Well, I guess I’m on the verge of becoming a regular at the Y’s water aerobic classes.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
We live in what is practically a secret section of Massachusetts: not the Boston area, and not in the Berkshires, which are on the other end of the state. Yes, there is actually something in between.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
I’ll bet, like me, you consider the person who slows down to rubberneck at road accidents one of the lowest life forms. But I’ll also bet that, like me, you can’t help but glance over as you drive by; I mean, come on, you’ve already had to slow down because of those terrible people in front of you.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
No Good Deed. . . .
Thursday, October 15, 2015
See you in the funny pages
Never mind Europe’s schizophrenic opening and slamming of doors to the Serbian refugees or the latest hijinks of Hillary and The Donald.
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Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Raising the Dead
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Thursday, October 8, 2015
A place to lay my head
You don’t usually hear people complaining about a lack of development in New Jersey, but we’ve found a small axe to grind on that subject.
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Friday, October 2, 2015
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