Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
AUGUST 5, 2022 – (Cont.) The afternoon that preceded one of those “pie and ice cream” evenings at Moore’s is when John and Jenny discovered a talent for throwing rocks at the street lights and busting the big, glass orbs. The fun continued until they’d wrecked damned near every street lamp on Rice Street. That …
AUGUST 4, 2022 – (Cont.) If the police had been summoned to Matheny’s, it wouldn’t have been Jenny’s first run-in with cops. When Jenny was four, Mother had enrolled her in Mrs. Ward’s tap-dance academy in an old mansion a block south of the post office in downtown Anoka. The main thing Jenny learned in …
DECEMBER 17, 2021 – As I lie low with The Blasted Cough, and no holiday visitors are expected at our hearth this year, we’re not buying a cut-from-the earth Christmas tree. What’s ironic is that by my latest count, we have 17 “pretend” Christmas trees on display—not including the flat, felt tree (which our granddaughter …
DECEMBER 6, 2021 – For eight days I’ve been suffering from a blasted head cold. For me, the worst times are morning, afternoon, evening, and night. This morning was a doozy and put me in a dark, foul mood. My wife’s response was urgent care—for me. I mention this, not to garner sympathy—which should be …
OCTOBER 5, 2021 – Yesterday evening after sunset, I hiked to Little Switzerland for my daily “hill climbs.” In the distance appeared the twin TV transmitting towers near the northern beltway around the Twin Cities. The blinking red lights of the 1,200-foot towers reminded me of a preposterous idea I devised 20 years ago. Our …
SEPTEMBER 17, 2021 – Recently I had a singularly strange experience, one that try as I might, I’ll never be able to replicate. It occurred late one afternoon while I was alone in our living room, surrounded by familiar objects: rug, furniture, decorative items adorning the mantel above the fireplace, and various pictures and wall-hangings …
AUGUST 9, 2021 – My three sisters gathered in Lyme, CT over the weekend. What drew them here was the 75th annual meeting of the Huntley National Association. I attended vicariously thanks to my sisters’ vivid descriptions. Back in time, our grandfather, whose mother was a Huntley, was very active in the association. He paid …
AUGUST 6, 2021 – Yesterday we roamed the local scene just up river from Old Saybrook. Of all the scenes, shops, and people we encountered, none beat the junk store along a sleepy stretch of a lazy route. Stacked, strewn, and leaning outside were things large and small, rusted and peeling, collected from who-knows-where-or-when. After …
AUGUST 5, 2021 – Yesterday our friend Steve and neighbor in Lyme gave me a lift to “Lyme Light”—our family’s place on Hamburg Cove, where I spent the day alone. I relished the time and space to write with a view, and when writer’s cramp set in, to trim trees and wrestle vines. First, I …
JULY 11, 2021 – One of the downsides of nature is that it can get under your skin. I experienced this recently when a thorn spiked my finger—through leather gloves—as I cleared wild raspberry bushes from pine seedlings in my “tree garden.” After an expletive the sharp pain subsided. Later, I made my way back …
JUNE 23, 2021 – Sunday evening, our son Cory (with five-and-a-half-year-old daughter) was pulled over. No one except the cop knows why she ran Cory’s plates, but in the process she learned that his license had been suspended three months ago. Cory called me to say, “I have a slight emergency.” Based on the prospect …
MAY 27, 2021 – After yesterday’s shootings, I’d planned to pontificate about gun control in America. But that’s a story of inertia, so I decided to write about something far more dynamic: aging in America. On an early biz call, an acquaintance asked. “How’s it goin’?” “To be honest,” I said, “[sciatica flare-up].” To which …
MAY 15, 2021 – My “first world problem” the day before yesterday was a new lift that wouldn’t accommodate our new boat. Mid-morning yesterday, I called the outfit where I’d purchased the lift. Someone needed to examine the situation and create a solution. No one answered, so I left a message. An hour later, a …
MAY 14, 2021 – As the old adage has it, the second happiest day in a guy’s life is the day he buys a boat. But I’ll have you know that while traditionally, guys were boat-buyers, another effect of the pandemic was turning women into a major influence in the pleasure boat market. By the …
APRIL 9, 2021 – Between rain showers this week, I’ve been dashing over to the 20-year old, backyard cedar treehouse that I’m disassembling for its treasure trove of lumber. As I’m discovering, there’s as much art, engineering, and imagination involved in taking apart a structure of this size and structure as there is in putting …
APRIL 7, 2021 – Yesterday morning I resolved to do something about my pandemic hair. With the advent of spring I wanted to drive with the (tinted) windows down without fear of being ticketed for “distracting other motorists.” It’d been 15 months since I’d had a haircut. In my 7/11/2019 post, I introduced readers to …
MARCH 18, 2021 – As I lifted the receiver and started dialing home, Barbie S_________ (don’t worry; by fifth grade she’d become “Barb” and “Barbara”) interrupted me. She was one of my party group and consistently the smartest, most aware kid in our class. “We’re not leaving in the middle of the movie, are we?!” …
MARCH 17, 2021 – Often I play a mind game involving conversations with people of my past, including myself; past—as opposed to future—is only natural, given that “my movie,” you might say, is well past intermission. Speaking of “intermission,” I remember clearly my introduction to the word. The occasion was my eighth birthday party, or …
MARCH 16, 2021 – Hanneys were unusual for our insular town, which straddled the Rum River where it debouches into the Upper Mississippi. Father Hanney spoke with a Welsh accent, and his wife Nell talked with an English one, though I couldn’t distinguish between the two accents. To my young American ears, the older Hanneys …
MARCH 10, 2021 – Where I grew up, sometimes you’d run into a kid who went to Mt. Olivet Missouri Synod Lutheran Church, hidden on our side of town; the Baptist Church, standing across from Monty’s Pure Oil at Main and Ferry; the Congregational Church, sitting modestly behind Anoka Junior High School; the understated Methodist …
JANUARY 14, 2021 – (Cont.) New time and scene: last Sunday. Byron and his wife, Mylène, have been visiting from New York, staying with us for a few wonderful weeks, since both are able to work remotely—and wow, but do they work hard! They took Sunday off and borrowed my car to meet their close …
JANUARY 13, 2021 – (Cont.) After dusk had yielded to darkness, my wife called. She had everything under control. I’d later learn the full extent to which that was the case, including a restatement of the exact expletives she’d directed irately at Byron in full earshot of the police officer on hand. (The most serious …
JANUARY 12, 2021 – The news has gotten so bad, I need to take a break—so to speak—and tell a story. Make that two, one within another. In the year I turned 51, I bought a brand-new Ford Mustang. It even had vanity plates bearing the nickname and origins of the car’s first forebear: PNY …
DECEMBER 26, 2020 – This Christmas Santa went all out. Under the tree he left an envelope wishing my wife a “Merry Christmas!” Inside the envelope was a fish card; that is, a nice card featuring a fine painting of a northern pike. The card happened to be remarkably similar to “fish” cards my brothers-in-law …
DECEMBER 14, 2020 – Christmas trees are now the shortage item that T.P. was in March. The local Lions Club, which has a large stock (trees, not T.P.) right through Big Star Day, had already closed two weeks ago. The nearby University of Minnesota Forestry Club had never opened in the first place. The Men’s …