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,
If you’re within Massachusetts’ Route 128 and are looking to host a hassle-free, crowd-pleasing party, you must, I mean must, consider The BBQ Don. Local citizen Sebastian DiFelice is an IT professional by day and transforms into a BBQ professional on nights and weekends. Through some small-world serendipities, I’ve tried his food twice. Let me
The end of a fun dinner, a memorable feast, is when the table is filled with dirty plates, smudged glasses and empty wine bottles, detritus surrounding the centerpiece flowers. And, no one cares. Last night, we were part of a Summer Friendsgiving potluck. Everyone brought over dishes, and everyone cleaned up after. Meeting friends at restaurants
If there were ever a stronger Act 2 in life, or a more identifiable modern writer’s voice than Anthony Bourdain’s, well, I’m still looking. Witty, decisive and incisive, his observations about food and culture rang true. And, we are a lesser world with his passing. I remember having quite a few business meals at Les