With just my son and I at home this coming week, and he ill with a bad cold, it has been pretty quiet. But, it has been a great opportunity to do some minor repairs around the house. So, my Friday night was a long session of painting and caulking. I was so focused on
The sun is shining, I just dropped off Mrs. T. and our daughters at the airport (visiting her sister), and I am ready for a late Friday lunch. I am a fan of Calvin Trillin’s writing, and I’ve always been inspired to do his suggested meal tour, a literal moveable feast. You go from place
I’ve worked at a few places and in many different environments. As a former management consultant, I was sent to a variety of locations, both domestic and abroad. On occasion, I heard things that just made me scratch my head, outright cringe or feel pretty sad. Some were comments or jokes about females, others were
On the way back from our fly fishing outing, my daughter and I were heading south on I-93. Just below Franconia Notch in NH, there were temporary signs along the road, alerting us to road work up ahead. Soon, traffic slowed to a crawl, which was weird for a Saturday morning when you’re going southbound.
We have had a great time up in the NH woods near Canada. While cold and rainy at times, the fish have cooperated, and we landed dozens a day. The scenery has been beautiful, and the river, cold and pure. I look forward all year to coming up here. Each day, I arise early and
The silence is what you notice first. At dawn, at Back Lake up in NH near Canada, there isn’t much happening but for the episodic call from a loon. The water is flat, mirror-like. I am up for an annual father-daughter fly fishing trip. My daughter is still asleep. I am biding my time, happily,