Can America be Great Again?

A light rain tapped the aluminum canopy roof over my head as I emptied the last bag of ice I … More

Ode to a Blue Bag

I am generally not one to be sentimental about things. Things are tools to be used for their useful life … More

The young couple waded in the edge of Assateague channel in front of their campsite. They had arrived the day … More

Yesterday evening I finally sat in my easy chair at the end of a busy day. My legs and back … More

As we bumped and bounced our way along route 90 outside of Boston, people in cars beeped and waved as … More

Corona Virus, COVID-19, SARS-CoV-2, Novel Corona . . all names for the latest threat to the world. Hey, I don’t … More

I was standing at the checkout counter in a local convenience store post-run. I was still sweaty, and wet and … More

He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of … More

“Slow down to Island Time”. This was written on one of the sixty or so billboards along the route 175 … More

America is falling into anarchy. The top 1% are the only ones with good jobs, who are able to buy … More

“Ouch. Perhaps I better stop and have a look at my heel.” I thought this just after my Garmin clicked … More

The little red Toyota sedan was so close to my back bumper that all I could see in my mirror … More