Music II—Inching Up The Foothills Of Jazz

Music II—Inching Up The Foothills Of Jazz

This is an account of how, at the age of 61, I found myself whining with frustration, afraid of humiliating myself, and then fired by my piano teacher—all part of a journey that's nevertheless been a highlight of these twilight years. After traipsing around the Dobbs...

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Mask Up and Vote in Person

Mask Up and Vote in Person

Call me stupid, as some of you undoubtedly will, given that I have the trifecta: “advanced” age, a compromised immune system, and a chronic lung condition. But I’m planning to vote in person, and hope that others who can possibly do so will too, especially in...

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My Life in Music – Part l

My Life in Music – Part l

It began on Christmas in Dobbs Ferry, New York when I was about six, which would have been 1958.  I woke my sister Debbie before dawn to get a jump on opening presents. Ripping away the wrapping paper, I discovered a book around the size of a comic book:  the Trapp...

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Loon Shots

Loon Shots

I’ll never forget the first time I saw a loon. She made a fool of me. It was August of 1978, on the first day of  a 100 mile canoe trip with my college roommate on the iconic Allagash River in northern Maine--the same trip Thoreau memorialized in his Maine Woods...

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A Merganser’s Master Guide to  Homeschooling

A Merganser’s Master Guide to Homeschooling

6:15 am, June 17, 2020Poland, MaineWhoosh! A loud fluttering sounded over the chorus of chirping birds that had already awakened me. Turning quickly to my right, I looked out the large picture window and caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a duck in flight headed...

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Are We Still Having “Fun”?

Are We Still Having “Fun”?

I spent a weekend in Manhattan back in the fall of 2018 with two old college friends: Leslie, a documentary filmmaker who’s lived in Paris for many years, and Bonnie, a recently-retired high school English teacher living on a cattle ranch in the Kansas Flint Hills and...

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Watching My Trees Grow

Watching My Trees Grow

I like to think of them as my trees, two sibling white birches rising out of the bank of Thompson Lake in Poland, Maine. They arch towards the water, just a few yards beyond the screen porch from which I’ve watched them grow since their infancy. I probably shouldn’t...

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A Boomer’s Defense of Millennials

A Boomer’s Defense of Millennials

As far as I’m concerned, Millennials get a bum rap. The criticisms Boomers and Gen Xers heap upon them have been well-chronicled: They don’t have the same work ethic “we” did; they expect to be pampered and given only “meaningful” work; they flit around from job to...

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Books That Moved Us – Friends Write Back

Books That Moved Us – Friends Write Back

In my recent post listing a number of books I’ve read and loved over the past few years, I asked readers to recommend books that have moved them. In response I’ve gotten a bunch of recommendations, which couldn’t have come at a better time. Given that we’re all locked...

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Subway Diary #3: Life Underground in the Age of Corona

Subway Diary #3: Life Underground in the Age of Corona

This certainly isn’t an entry I could have imagined writing as the third installment of my Subway Diary--an ode to my love of the New York City subways. But what a difference a few weeks can  make— and not just for Joe Biden and Bernie. The heretofore...

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