Opinion
By Wednesday afternoon a backyard snowman was listing to its right side, its twig arms lowered in a gesture of defeat.
As a result of being the cook on a square rigger bound around the world, when I get the chance to spend time ashore with newfound friends, invariably the conversation turns to food.
In the summer of 1971, a wiry man about 40 carrying a briefcase walked down the hall of Boston After Dark, led by my news editor.
Twenty-five years ago a fellow I knew was killed by a gun in a school shooting.
All the talk about new schools, makes us feel sometimes that all things educational that were practiced before might have been somehow wrong.
I spent a few quiet moments looking at the real estate in the local guide of properties for sale and for rent.