Having just returned from a cozy weekend with a dear friend in Connecticut, I’m happily spent from warm emotions, lots of laughter, and loads of fun. More on that when I have a moment – for now, a quick look back in our usual Monday-morning weekly blog recap… what HAVE you missed?
Mr. Oud sensed it was time for a new project.
Instagram censored an old photo, so somebody’s been going through my back-issues and for their peace of mind I wish they would just get off my jock. (The hits were appreciated, however, and October looks to be the most popular month for this little blog in years.)
Chad Putman wrote a Special Guest Blog, resurrecting a feature whose time has returned.
A recent weekend in Boston began its retelling with this happy diner ending.
It’s difficult to find genuine patriotism these days, but here is some red, white and Boston blue.
A rainbow can’t be bound with zip-ties, because Pride cannot be contained.
In the hands of Mr. Oud, the world turned into shades of gray.
The light of a corner, illuminated by the autumn sun.
A coral bark maple goes up in brilliant flames.
A Boston night, thirty years ago…
An admission of loneliness prompted by a 30th anniversary.
Three decades ago I found our Boston home.
‘Tis the damn season for a blueberry massacre.
It’s been six years since I had a drink of alcohol.
