Tuesday Bag o’ Callsigns (Updated 2/5/18)

That leaves Marine One, the callsign used by USMC helicopter crews flying the current president to and from the White House. This is the point of highest danger on my tour, because I refuse to say that president’s name. “Current president” is as close as I come; I have to carefully engage my tongue to my brain lest I blurt out “President Individual One” or something worse. […]


Éirinn go Tirim

A friend sent a link to a New York Times Magazine article titled “Does Recovery Kill Great Writing?” Alas, I’ve used up my free clicks for the month and can’t read it; I include the link here in case you still have some and want to read it.

If I had to guess, I’d say […]


Friday Bag o’ Remorse

Remorse, yes; major-sin remorse, no. More like mild feelings of guilt for neglecting the blog, and you, my reader. I knew this would happen when I took on a competing writing task, my memoir, which creeps along in the background, one painfully-extracted sentence at a time.

The day before yesterday I sent out a Paulgram […]


Fifty-one Years Later

I woke up in bed with a woman I’ve been married to for 51 years. And I remembered to say “Happy anniversary” to her. Which is more than she said to me, but one of us can’t articulate words until she’s had her first cup of coffee, so that’s okay.

I think back on Donna’s […]


Friday Bag o’ Photobloggery

Post-Thanksgiving, post-anniversary, pre-Christmas. A welcome break, and a chance to catch one’s breath.

Mostly thanks to Polly (but I hepped!), our outdoor lights are up.

Naturally our neighborhood Griswold decided to one-up everyone by opening a Toyota dealership at his house.

Goddamn thing is visible from the highway!

About 8:30 PM on […]


A Surprise Party

I was told again and again, but kept forgetting. Before Donna even got out of bed Sunday morning I was in the kitchen starting a big pot of chili. By the time she emerged, it was too late to stop: the beans and meat were in the pot, bubbling away. She shook her head and […]


But Who’s Counting?

I told Donna I’d cook tonight. What I have in mind is chicken satay, which I like to serve with a sweet & sour cucumber salad and frites. Since we had neither cucumber nor potatoes I stopped at Safeway.

Today’s veggies

Oh, I picked up some flowers for Donna, too, seeing as how it’s […]


Still Married

. . . after 44 years!

December 1965

November 2009

Thanks for hanging with me, Donna!

I always look up anniversaries to find out what the traditional gift is, but it’s rare that I can afford it. Forty-four must be an off anniversary, because according to this site the traditional gift is “groceries.” […]