I The two of us live in Onset, Massachusetts, a village of Wareham, at the northeast end of Buzzards Bay. My late wife, Nan, and I previously lived in Allston, a neighborhood of Boston (no, it’s not just students) for 35 years.
As I wrote on our holiday card in 2022…
A new year. The last couple haven’t been anything to rave about. Almost a year ago now, Nan died*. It gets a bit lonely around here. Nan was my motivation and my conscience. As Jason Isbell sings, “It gets easier but it never gets easy.” For now I’m still here in this beautiful place we’d found. Still have a boat, if no longer the sailboat we enjoyed for years. Friends have kept my spirits up with, well, spirits, boating and bonfires. Maggie the cat is a comfort and so happy I can be taught new tricks.
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- A new look with the help of WordPress…
The old, creaky, PageMill site is now history. Or legacy; it’s still there on the new menu.Continue reading → - A new “family member,” a calico kitten named Maggie May.
Or Maggie Mae, Nan’s spelling, with memories of Lil’ Abner instead of Rod Stewart. She came from the shelter, Charles River AlleyCats, as Mandy, but we want no reminders of Barry Manilow.
Continue reading → - Captured at the Boston Folk Festival back in 2007!
A photo taken by dobro player Abbie Gardner of the band, Red Molly. She takes pictures of every audience, “to show their mothers that people really do come to see them!” Check ’em out!
Continue reading → - The night we got to talk with Bonnie Raitt after all these years
Bonnie was playing at the Orpheum in Boston and some charity had arranged a meet afterwards at the new Nine Zero hotel. We were the first in the line (after a lengthy wait with drinks) and had a lot of time to talk.
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