Musings

My “Musings” posts will have no defined scope or purpose. I will be writing them just for fun as I strive to develop skill as a writer of creative non-fiction. I have a long way to go, but hope that others will find some of these posts thought-provoking or just fun to read.

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Subway Diary # 2: The Underground Banjo Player

Subway Diary # 2: The Underground Banjo Player

This is the second in a series of Subway Diary entries: snapshots of life’s noteworthy experiences underground in NYC. The events described here took place in late January as I zig-zagged my way around Manhattan on crowded subways before COVID-19 restricted my ability...

Subway Diary #1

Subway Diary #1

A lot of people these days bitch about our New York City subways--with reason. The MTA’s finger-in the-dike campaign to repair our antique system continually scrambles the system and peoples’ lives: They’re late for work; they can’t get home when they’re weary after...