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Anemonia Keeps Me Awake
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out. ~~Richter [The Berlew Family Reunion. Orange, PA. September 6, 1926. Photo: Egan Family Archives.] I don’t think it rained that day. There are no clouds in the sky. I should know. I’ve crawled inside this photo more than once over the years. One…
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Gallery 636
[The Woman. Photo is mine.] We sometimes encounter people, even strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight. Somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken. ~~Fyodor Dostoyevsky I’d seen the El Greco, the Tiepolo and the Manet. But, what I really needed was a bench, so hard to find sometimes…
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Better Late Than Never: A Fairy Tale of New York
Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies. ~~Edward Bulwer Lytton I love music. The older I get, the more varied my tastes have become. Spotify is my second home. But, I have a problem. Many times I have forged new trails in the snowy slopes of the Juneau…
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Dark Night/Dark Happenings
[A British tabloid. Photo: Google Search] I can’t Imagine… ~~ Patrick Egan It was 1980. I was teaching Oceanography and Earth Science at the Ridgefield High School in Connecticut. Monday, Dec. 8, was a normal day of classes. Late that afternoon, Parent/Teacher Conferences were scheduled. I was a new faculty member and somehow I scored…
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Twelve Days With A Sad Little Tree
Ho ho the mistletoe Is hung where you can see Somebody waits for you Kiss her once for me… ~~Burl Ives (Lyrics by Johnny Marks) [The sad tree. Photo is mine.] Once upon a time, I was sitting in a small inexpensive apartment in a city quite far from where I’m writing this, and I…
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The Land of the Lost
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? ~~Elvis [Source: Google Search] Thanksgiving Day, 2023. New York City. I volunteer to deliver meals to home-bound…
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Another Day Another Something To Upset Me
[Sometimes I wish this was my life. Quiet, serene, contemplative and domestic. Myself, Mariam and, of course, Lassie. But, I’m not in this photo. It’s not 1949. It’s 2023. Source: Google Search.] Late morning on this day. It’s November 14 and I had just left my surgeon’s office. He saw my foot, two and a…