Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
MAY 5, 2024 – Recently I tried to imagine the experience of a 10- to 15-minute stroll on the surface of Mercury, our solar system’s inner-most planet. My “what if” thought was inspired by what Dava Sobel has so to say about it in her acclaimed book, The Planets. The key features of the speedy …
MAY 4, 2024 – Before we moved to our new house at 505 Rice from our old house next door at the corner of Green and Rice, I hung out a lot right there at the corner street sign. I remember well the day a few weeks short of first grade when I figured out …
MAY 3, 2024 – Among my favorite children’s books when our sons were young were the Frog and Toad stories by Arnold Lobel. I enjoyed the illustrations, the writing, and the story lines. The books experienced a revival in our home when our eight-year-old granddaughter reached reading age. They are certain to be enjoyed as …
MAY 2, 2024 – Back in the day when lawyers wrote with a golden nib and spoke with a silver tongue, no member of the bar thought about marketing or advertising. In fact, until I entered law school in the 1976 of the Current Era (with emphasis on Current) advertising was strictly verboten. Part of …
MAY 1, 2024 – Last week as I joined the other passengers inching our way down the entrance ramp onto the Delta plane that would fly us from BDL to MSP, I noticed the checkered condition of the paint on the outside of the fuselage around the doorway. Obviously, the A320-200 had been in service …
APRIL 30, 2024 – I looked forward to writing today’s post. Having junked out on news reports about current events—everything from the war on Gaza to the college campus protests to the Hush Money Trial to what planet Bill Barr is on—I knew exactly what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say …
APRIL 29, 2024 – Recently, five of us from our clan attended a wedding and reception just outside of the little ski resort town of Windham in the Catskills. The bride was the daughter of the legendary “Cliff” from my Inheritance series posted last summer right here on this blogsite. For me wedding was a …
APRIL 28, 2024 – It being a Sunday morning, I poured myself a cup of Java, repaired to the reading room, leaned back in my easy(-going) chair, put on some very dead white guy music, and last but best . . . pulled up the Sunday edition of The Times on my laptop screen. Ah-h-h! …
APRIL 27, 2024 – (Cont.) Dr. Borrud, his wife Shirley and their three daughters—Lori, Aleta, and Becky—replaced the Spurzems in the Tudor house. The stolid Norwegian doctor, a founding member of the American Academy of Family Medicine, was just 10 days older than my dad. Recruited to the (modern) clinic on Main Street at the …
APRIL 26, 2024 – We live in the Age of Opinion, or more precisely, the Age of Cacophonous Opinion—informed, uninformed and misinformed; often in one-off unorganized bursts, sometimes in regular outrages devoured by legions of subscribers gathered by a common algorithm; scattered to the crosswinds of social media yet occasionally framed according to logic and …
APRIL 25, 2024 – Often I experience highly symbolic dreams. Perhaps the most symbolic occurred 27 years ago during a particularly stressful period at work. In that dream I found myself in a game of pickle-in-the-middle—playing the role of pickle. The other two players were my boss, with whom in reality I’d long been tangling, …
APRIL 24, 2024 – Dr. and Mary Spurzem lived in the elegant authentic appearing Tudor house—with a slate roof, brick-and-timber facing and lots of dormers—next to Gladys and Charlie. Spurzems were quite a lot older than my parents. From the days of my earliest memories, I’d wanted to see the inside of the house, but …
APRIL 23, 2024 – Next door to the Benzians lived Harlan Thurston and his wife, and next to them, Harlan’s brother, Clayton and his wife and son, Gladys and Charlie. If I was ever inside Harlan’s house, it would’ve been ever so briefly—seconds, maybe—and in the company of my mother in connection with some fund-raising …
APRIL 22, 2024 – In a sleek, elegant, modern, low-profile house with a well-maintained lawn that swept down to the Mississippi River lived the Benzians—Dick and Margaret and their three sons, Peter, John, and Stephen. From the street, the house was all but hidden by trees that separated the dwelling from the open half of …
APRIL 21, 2024 – Replacing the Tobins were the Joslyns—Warren, the dad, a realtor and jazz trombone player; Audrey, the mom, who was always well attired and perfectly even-keeled and had some part-time job outside the home, and the four boys: Mark, in Nina’s class; Dave, two years ahead of me; Jim, two years behind …
APRIL 20, 2024 – The next family to move into the Perkins’ old house on Rice Street were the Tobins. Mr. Tobin was a traveling salesman of whom sightings were extremely rare. He drove the family’s nice car, I remember—a late model Mercury—while his easy-going wife Mickey was stuck with an ancient green Ford. I …
APRIL 19, 2024 – In the enormous house on the other side of the Ridge (Roecker, Fenwick, Snyder) house first lived—during my life on Rice—the Perkins, followed by the Tobins, and the Joslyns. I spent lots of time in the house, especially under the Joslyn regime, since they had four sons, three of whom were …
APRIL 18, 2024 – (Cont.) The next fall, Bobby and I, along with other neighborhood boys, had stepped up our game substantially. In addition to various forms of football and baseball, we were now playing war on a regular basis. I didn’t yet know much about WWII. (Dad had a permanent deferral based on his …
APRIL 17, 2024 – (Cont.) In retrospect I’m interested in the origins of my own personality traits, good and bad; or if not the origins necessarily, perhaps their first manifestations. On the plus side, I’d always had a modicum of empathy for my peers. If another kid got hurt or dissed or bullied, no matter …
APRIL 16, 2024 – (Cont.) Over the two or three years during which we chummed around, Bobby and I alternated between being good friends and not-so-good friends. Perhaps it was boredom that bred contempt or just the opposite—with no one else to play with, we decided to make the best of time with the one …
APRIL 15, 2024 – After the Fenwicks moved out, the Snyders moved in at 443 Rice—the parents, Ivan and Dorothy, the son David, who was a year ahead of my oldest sister, then Jane, in Elsa’s class, Beth, a year older than me, and Bobby, who was two grades behind me. Bobby and I spent …
APRIL 14, 2024 – After the Ridges moved to St. Cloud, their old house was occupied in succession by the Roeckers, the Fenwicks, and the Snyders. As mentioned in the Introduction to this series, The Neighbors, a while after acquiring their airplane, our friends the Roeckers moved to the other side of town. That made …
APRIL 13, 2024 – (Cont.)The house next door to Johnsons changed hands three time from 1954, the time we moved to the neighborhood, to 1968, when I flew the coop for boarding school, later college, then the world. When we moved to Rice Street, the Ridges—Will and Ginna, Becky, Johnny and three years later, Tommy—occupied …
APRIL 12, 2024 – Perhaps my own vocational destiny was inevitable, given how well the law was represented at our end of the neighborhood. There was Judge Green next door, of course, and Dad himself, who was clerk of court, but then on the opposite corner of Rice and Green from our old house was …
APRIL 11, 2024 – (Cont.) Of all our neighbors, the first whom I observed close-up and most regularly was Judge Green, whose modest but well kempt home and lot were on the north side of our family’s original house and grounds at the corner of Rice and Green. As a little kid I assumed that …