Monthly Archives: September 2019

In my back yard, there’s a strip of lawn, ten feet wide, fifty feet long. It’s a feeding zone where, during the years Nancy and I have lived here, we have fed the birds and animals suet, meley-worms, black-oil-sunflower-seeds, sugar-water, … Continue reading →

I’m offering a suggestion to help you become a better runner in the human race to get laid: Create a long menu of delicious breakfasts. – A dozen different omelettes . (Shrimp and crap with mushrooms and Swiss is one … Continue reading →

I’ve always been the one outside, playing in the storm. A blizzard in January? I’d be digging tunnels through ten-foot-drifts in the boat yards on City Island, tromping through thigh-high-snow, X-country skiing in knee-deep-deep-woods-powder, my Golden Retrieve, like a schooner … Continue reading →