Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
JUNE 25, 2026 – (Cont.) Our son Byron deserves special credit for having placed the John F. Kennedy Library and Museum on our expedition’s itinerary. It’s not a destination I would’ve included—though not because of any negative bias or lack of interest. Byron himself had never expressed a particular interest in JFK or his legacy, …
JUNE 24, 2026 – (Cont.) The historical capstone to our Beantown expedition was an all too short morning-long visit to the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum on the UMass campus along the Charles River. Since the library and museum opened the year after I graduated from college, I excused myself for never having …
JUNE 23, 2026 – (Cont.) Despite all the time I spent in Boston during my undergraduate days and on my many visits thereafter, I’d never walked the Freedom Trail. It was the brainchild of William Schofield, a columnist for the Boston Herald. He proposed it in a column in March 1951, and just three months …
JUNE 22, 2026 -(Cont.) At 10:00 on Saturday morning, the expeditionary force hiked the three-quarters of a mile to the T for the ride to Chinatown, where we alighted for the short walk to the Boston Common and the start of the famous Freedom Trail. But first we ambled around Boston’s glorious park that comprises …
JUNE 21, 2026 – (Cont.) I hate talking about my health, except when people ask about it in a manner that signals their awareness of my particular history and their sincere concern about my condition and prospects. On the other hand . . . Four out of five trips by air make me sick with …
JUNE 20, 2026 – With two small royal children taken on a road trip goes a regular camel caravan of supporting supplies and equipment—the Pack N Play; toys; strollers; stroller fans in case the weather is too hot; stroller blankets in case the weather is too cold; ample food supplies; cloth bags stuffed with diapers, …
JUNE 19, 2026 – Blogger’s Note: I’m on assignment–gathering material.
JUNE 18, 2026 – Today I barely glanced at news headlines, and I embarked on no conversations with anyone about anything of substance in the realm of worldly matters beyond some basic issues of business law. Instead, I followed the lead of our grandchildren—and their grandmother, who has a better sense than I for how …
JUNE 17, 2026 – In a big city with a sprawling subway or underground public transit system—London, Paris, Tokyo, Seoul, New York—the experience is similar: you descend down one large hole in the ground, board a train, ride a few stops, return to the surface of the earth and . . . Regardez! You’ve wound …
JUNE 16, 2026 – Today we sojourners followed our guides at a leisurely pace to bustling Midtown. I never tire of going there and watching the swarming tourists, businesspeople, shop workers, shop patrons, delivery persons, traffic and traffic police—all participants in the wondrous interchange of goods and services that make up . . . the …
JUNE 15, 2026 – Today, Beth, our 10-year-old-granddaughter and I boarded a train bound for “the City.” Bits of conversation, long views out the window, a medium-length snooze, a Chekhov short story, and an even shorter cab ride . . . took us to our destination. The main elevator to the apartment is being overhauled, …
JUNE 14, 2026 – Our “Connecticut son” has a large mower to go with his family’s large yard. He also has a large garage for storing the large mower, but as he has learned about space in the context of home ownership, the homeowner never has enough of it. In other words, he discovered that …
JUNE 13, 2026 – Recently, my daily walk took me past a school playground on the opposite side of the street. It was recess time, and on the near side of the playground a group of fifth or sixth grade boys and girls were kicking a ball around. I’d say “soccer” ball, except it looked …
JUNE 12, 2026 – (Cont.) Anxiety: My Violin – Part I. Back in January I noticed an imperfection in my A string[1]. Often this is a sign the fine-wire binding around the string is about to unravel. When this occurs, nothing can be done except to replace the string. Easy enough, except . . . …
JUNE 11, 2026 – (Cont.) After the service, one of our “sustainability” classmates, Ellen Shuman (see my 6/8 post), asked if I’d been “nervous” playing my violin up there at the front of the chapel nave crowded with heavy hearts and meditative minds. “No,” I said. Which is not to say that in the months …
JUNE 10, 2026 – (Cont.) I trust that readers who’ve stayed aboard the good ship Reunion for this extended cruise will leave the flares where they’re stowed and indulge me further—through this pre-penultimate “Reunion” post and the concluding two posts, as I describe the full “denouement” of my 50th college class reunion. The Remembrance and …
JUNE 9, 2026 – (Cont.) As the reunion itself unfolded, I realized what an impossible agenda—or more precisely, agendae—it encompassed. On the one hand, each attendee confronted the enormously complex process of reestablishing connections with dozens, even scores of old friends and acquaintances, plus other classmates and spouses. I personally interacted directly (to varying degrees) …
JUNE 8, 2026 – (Cont.) Out of a class of approximately 340 students at an old (est. 1794) New England liberal arts college, all of said students having passed the admission matrix established by the legendary Director of Admissions, Richard Moll, with the able assistance of his right-hand man, the inimitable Richard “Mers” Mersereau, there …
JUNE 7, 2026 – (Cont.) Before I leave the subject of campus mischief as purveyed by the B.P.T.O. and lead my dear readers back to more dignified features of the 50th reunion, I must recount one more connection between old memories of mischief and new memories of edification. I can’t do that, however, without noting …
JUNE 6, 2026 – (Cont.) Our Phase II success made us think even bigger, as in . . . A whale. Why not strike at the very top of the Bowdoin College food chain? Why not hit the good-natured president of the college, “Jolly Roger Howell,” whose appeal to supplement academic over-achievement had inspired the …
JUNE 5, 2026 – (Cont.) Jeff and I soon realized that there were bigger Maine lobsters to be trapped: faculty. We ramped up the “terror”/business plan accordingly. We now plastered campus—again, clandestinely—with mimeographed signs that read, “CREAM A PROF”. Our plug was simple: *TAKE OUT A CONTRACT ON A PROFESSOR FROM ANY OF THE FOLLOWING …
JUNE 4, 2026 – (Cont.) Ever since high school I’d been a fan of Camus, which rendered me curious about Algeria, which is why I was drawn to the acclaimed documentary La Bataille d’Alger (The Battle of Algiers) when it was showing at Bowdoin our sophomore year. The film was about the Arab urban guerrilla …
JUNE 3, 2026 – (Cont.) Toward the end of our senior year at Bowdoin, I engaged in some nonsense of my own, albeit in league with Jeff Oppenheim, on whom by that stage I’d exerted a corruptive influence, though by no means irredeemably so. Jeff continued to act as an older, wiser brother exercising superior …
JUNE 2, 2026 – (Cont.) In anticipation of the 50th reunion, I’d said to a non-Bowdoin friend, “I don’t want to engage in a lot of ‘remember the time our freshman year when [we engaged in some puerile prank that we thought was so clever—guffaw, guffaw]?’ I’d much rather stick to (high-minded) talk about people’s …
JUNE 1, 2026 – (Cont.) I remember the time about a decade after I’d left the venerable St. Paul firm of Briggs & Morgan for greener pastures over in Minneapolis, when I had occasion to attend a business meeting in the same old First National Bank Building where Briggs still occupied five floors of the …