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I spent a good part of Tuesday morning before last in Kalamazoo looking at a big computer screen where passed over 268 shots Linda Hoard had taken of my sweetheart in various comely poses.  The issue came to the fore because of a birthday present.  In June’s South County News, the monthly paper that servesContinue reading “glamour”

Thanksgiving is a week and a half away.  It’s my favorite holiday (1).  Maybe some of you obsess over it, but my worry is usually confined to getting the bird bought or thawed.  I had to jump start my focus this year as we’re headed to Santa Fe Wednesday morning, not to return till 1Continue reading “The Day”

My good friend and Barnes buddy Stick commandeers an email network of disgruntled misfits who try to amuse ourselves with observations on the sorry world scene and also music.   The YouTubes have been hot and heavy lately. So, as I sat in the stands prior to today’s Wolverines’ game, I knew there was something heContinue reading “Darth Blue”

Last Friday afternoon, my late cousin Terry (1) was memorialized at Blessed Sacrament CatholicChurch in Harrisonburg Virginia, 8 miles northeast from where he lived in Bridgewater.  He ashes are slated to be scattered at his wife Irene’s family farm in Sherando, 35 miles due south from there.  In that sense, he’ll be like his parents,Continue reading “after Terry”

The concept grew out of circumstances.   Part of my duties at the U included going out to the Geriatrics center at East Ann Arbor (EAA).  Thursday afternoon was my clinic, and as I plied my way home along Plymouth Road, I passed by Plum Market, an upper crust grocery store.   I began to stop there,Continue reading “Jesus dinner”

Eggy lives in London now, but he was once the Austin College roommate of my Barnes buddy and good friend Chappelletti (a.k.a. Stick, a.k.a. Hawke), who is the instigator of email traffic involving a number of others, who mostly look askance on how things in the world are going these days.  When I sent himContinue reading “birds”

Rutgers is the birthplace of college football (1).  Street clothes clad students from Princeton showed up there November 6, 1869, responding to letters from Rutgers students challenging them to a game of football (2).  A series of “games” were played, a victor declared with the first score.  The scarlet turbans and handkerchiefs the Rutgers playersContinue reading “an evening in Piscataway”

I was never great shakes in the lab (1).  In retirement, I’ve considered the kitchen my lab (2), and results have been more promising.  Certainly the joy of the lab, which escaped me while working, is something I’ve found here.  Still considering myself a scientist, I feel obligated to report my results, particularly when theyContinue reading “how to save your squirter”

Terry died Saturday at his home in Bridgewater, Virginia, about an hour out of Charlottesville.  That I was even able to talk to him in his last months, and exchange some texts and e-mails, is a bit of a miracle, showing how life can be funny sometimes.  He was the oldest of a very largeContinue reading “cousin Terry”

Becoming a doc is a hard road.  And it should be.  Docs have your life in their hands.  If you’ve got it figured early, there’s that time spent in high school making sure you get into a top college.  Once there, it’s the grind for grades (in hard classes!) and seeking recognition sufficient to impressContinue reading “stressed & depressed”