Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
Sunday was Father’s Day, and our daughter Faith took me to breakfast and then to Old Sturbridge Village. OSV was having a Father’s Day event – Baseball, Beer and BBQ – which seemed interesting. Mainly, it was a chance to spend some time together and see some of the exhibits that aren’t open when we... Continue Reading →
In keeping with the plan for an easy summer, I'll let the pictures do the talking. It was a good, albeit wet weekend.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day here in the states, so we’re going to buy Dad a beer today as we consider Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘social.’ Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!” If we were having a beer, you would still... Continue Reading →
I knew this was going to be a busy week, with meetings at work and outside of work chewing up a few of my normally quiet evenings. So, I’ve been saving these houses (and their doors) for today. When I last visited Concord, Massachusetts, I decided to walk from Monument Square in the center of... Continue Reading →
Goodbye to the little monkey and welcome the long pier. It's time to turn over a new badge. As I mentioned over at the bar on Saturday I am working on the last segment of the garage facelift I started last year. Since the “garage” is really the merger between a relatively large garage and... Continue Reading →
I may have cut back on my writing this summer, but Teagan is going strong. Get down to the crossroads for chapter-7, read – and listen to – Teagan and let your imagination soar on magpie wings.
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Saturday, June 8, 2019
Crows by Dan Antion
Welcome back to the crossroads.
This chapter turned out to be for the birds — or rather for the magpie. If Brother Love was a television series, then this would be the quirky musical episode.
I was already working with music because of the “thing,” Elvis Presley, from Mary J. McCoy-Dressel. That’s when Jinx, the magpie, got in on the act. Then John W. Howell commented about the Buddy Holly song, That’ll Be the Day. Of course that became another “thing.” At that point, I just went completely off the rails. Yes, there’s more punishment — I even narrated the ending with a new sound-bite… That’s supposed to be my scary voice, but whatever.
John specified the Buddy Holly version of That’ll Be the Day. Mr. Holly wrote the song during the general time-frame I’ve given…
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This might seem more appropriate to November (when we in the US celebrate Thanksgiving) than June, but I think you’ll understand. I am going to be giving myself some time off this summer. I’m trying hard to not let blogging seem like work, and that normally happens on Sunday, as I try to prepare Monday’s... Continue Reading →
Welcome to the bar at No Facilities. We’re gathered for some adult refreshment and a roust with Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘open book, point, write.’ Pick up the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. Close your... Continue Reading →
Aside from their relation to my inability to follow directions, and the fact that their residents fought against slavery in America, these two homes have nothing to do with each other. I stumbled across them, on different days, while visiting Concord, so I thought I’d focus on them today, as I wind my way through... Continue Reading →
