It’s amazing how homey and comforting a cheap motel in New Jersey can be. Five hours on the Jersey turnpike, packed with traffic. The sun goes down, the traffic thickens. Eyelids heavy. Finally, I give in. Taking exit number two … Continue reading
You never can tell what you’ll find in a parking lot. I think I’ll just park my boat here for a minute while I run into the store… Gloucester, Massachusetts. My beloved home town. It’s a scenic spot on the rocky … Continue reading
Cruising down the Massachusetts Turnpike on a nice fall day. I’ve travelled this way so often I can recite the stops on the toll card from memory. The solid Anglo-Saxon New England town names have a pleasing sort of rhythm … Continue reading
September 13, Election Day? Well, it’s not the BIG election day coming up, only the Democratic primary for state senator, but I was at the polls, yes I was. I was there all day. Ten solid hours. No, I’m not … Continue reading
Look! There. Lurking in the corner of the restaurant parking lot. Half-hidden among the foliage. A tall, gangly, strange-looking character. About six feet tall. Skinny. Big floppy leaves. And long clusters of deep-colored berries, like dangling chains of rubies. I’ve … Continue reading
The parking lots. The roadsides. The unmowed corners of a graveyard or a schoolyard. Look for the unexpected greenery between the sidewalk cracks.