Category: Everyday Events
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Kissing Manhattan Goodbye
So, it’s time to say farewell to the city I love. A week from today, if you have a drone, you will find us driving north on the I-87…through Albany…onto Exit 30…and then fifty more miles, through Lake Placid, to our home at Rainbow Lake. I’ve heard it said so many times: “New York City…
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Six Days Can Be A Long Time
[Photo credit: Mel Brown] The moment happened a few hours ago. I was probably sitting in Starbucks on Broadway and 75th Street when the time came and went. I was aware of the time, but I was likely checking my email. Our apartment wifi was dead for the time being. It was an arbitrary time,…
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Two Candles
I’m sitting outside in our small garden. I’m trying to read a novel written by Hakan Nesser. He writes great nordic noir mysteries. It’s a warm night. I bought two new candles to illuminate the dusk in the garden. We had a friend over and ordered Chinese. I had my fried rice and dumplings. My little…
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Coal For Christmas
[Artwork:Watercolor sketch by Paul Egan (Date unknown)] Note to my readers: If you think you’ve read this blog before, don’t thing you’re getting senile…(the doctors won’t release such information)..this is perhaps the third, maybe fourth time I’ve posted it. Hey, maybe I’m the one getting senile. I’ve tweaked the story several times to try to make the narrative better,…
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Walking In A Winter Wonderland
Sure, I could be walking down this snowy, quiet and picturesque road. I could be thinking about the approaching holidays, the snow men, the fire in our downstairs living room wood burner…but I don’t imagine I’ll be making this walk. Don’t get me wrong, I love snow. I always have. But as I stand in…
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My Personal War With The Xlerator
[Photo credit: Patrick Egan] There ought to be a law… What I am about to say might be familiar to some of my readers. These thoughts and descriptions appeared, in a slightly different form, in my book In The Middle of Somewhere. It was in the chapter that dealt with public bathrooms on a cross-country…
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Thirty Feet From My Pillow: A Tale Of Love, Sex And Perhaps Death Outside My Bedroom Window
I can’t recall seeing so many clusters and varieties of Fungi in my front yard in the sixteen years we have owned our home on the hill above Rainbow Lake. I was on my knees examining a species that was unfamiliar to me. I was on my knees in three inches of yellow, red and…
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