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  • September 26, 2016 · Mind Wanderings

    Nature: The Ultimate Entertainment

    I had the opportunity to walk through the old Rocky Point Amusement Park grounds the other day. The last time I walked this area I was likely 9 or 10 years old. The nostalgia for the lost rides, shore dinner…

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  • September 20, 2016 · Mind Wanderings, Serious Thoughts

    Thanks for the (New) Memories

    Nothing quite prepares you for your daughter’s marriage. No matter her age, how long she’s been together with her boyfriend/ soon-to-be husband, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you’re ready. You aren’t. The first time you see…

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  • June 19, 2016 · Mind Wanderings

    Picking through the Flotsam and Jetsam of a Life

    I went to an estate sale the other day. It was not in some huge mansion full of antiques or precious jewels. It was a small, 1950’s style ranch in a non-descript neighborhood in Providence. One of those post-war neighborhoods that…

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  • June 8, 2016 · Uncategorized

    Diluting the Joy of Memory

    There was a time when having one’s picture taken required planning and someone with skill. After staging the subject and composing the shot, one sat still as the photographer took the picture. Depending on the location the group broke up,…

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  • May 9, 2016 · Mind Wanderings

    My Old Friend: Retracing My Footsteps on the Appalachian Trail

    My wife and I are in Maine enjoying a short vacation in the small town of Bethel. We decided to do a short hike on Table Rock Loop in Grafton Notch State Park. It is just a 2.4-mile loop but…

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  • April 3, 2016 · Mind Wanderings

    The Border of Innocence

    The other day, we were moving some things around in our condo. One of the tasks involved emptying a chest full of photo albums, relocating the chest, and then placing the albums back inside. There wasn’t any time for reminiscing,…

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  • March 19, 2016 · Mind Wanderings, Uncategorized

    Coconut Macaroons and “Taking a Shock”: Memories of a Young Boy

    It always amuses me the things that spark a memory. Sometimes it is the notes of a song, a sudden aroma, or the taste of something familiar. Today, it was a coconut macaroon. The white flakes encased in golden brown…

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  • March 12, 2016 · Serious Thoughts, Uncategorized

    The Day the Music Died, again.

    I was saddened to hear of Keith Emerson’s passing. The music of ELP was big part of my youth. Every generation believes the music of their time to be the best. It resonates in our memories. Yet I think the…

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  • January 1, 2016 · Mind Wanderings, Serious Thoughts, writing

    Generational Perspective

    Here is a bit of a perspective for my fellow members of the Cumberland High School Class of 1974. In 1974: The President of the United States was Richard Nixon, until August 9th, and then Gerald Ford after Nixon resigned…

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  • August 22, 2015 · Uncategorized

    Landfill Memories

    I took my two Yorkies, Max and Ralph, on a tour of the now long closed Cumberland Landfill off Albion Road. We jointly ignored the no trespassing sign and headed up the road. In the foggy memory of my eight-year…

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