Category Archives: Columns

Published pieces I’ve written, primarily in The Recorder, Greenfield, Mass.

Turkey Tracks

Whew! Finally at my accustomed Wednesday seat, albeit late. It’s been one of those days. One thing after another this morning, mostly related to putting a car that’s been sitting idle back on the road. Perfect running order when I pulled the plates. But that was almost two years ago. Try it some time and […]

Twists and Turns

Canes and crutches, a forgotten hilltown bookshop and, yes, not surprisingly, more cougar rumors, one old, one new, the latter quite fascinating. In fact, I’d hesitate to report it if I didn’t trust the source. Fun. Another full plate, with lots of space and little local news to fill it. So, why not run with […]

Road Song

Wow! Time flies when you’re having fun. So here I sit, noon chimes passed, sentenced to filling this space again. No. Just kidding. I look forward to this. Anyway, the day started early. Had to be at the gym for 8 a.m. and, after a robust workout, scooted home, took the dogs on a brisk […]

Broken Silence

Here I sit, dilapidated, duct-taped knee brace strapped to my chronic left knee, recuperating from a flare-up that required my first drainage and cortisone-shot remedy since injuring the joint on a bad 1976 landing while stealing second base at East Longmeadow’s Veterans Field. Cortisone had been suggested once in the past but I settled instead […]

Winter Woes

Good thing I dug out my rugged hunting boots with the aggressive tread for a Wednesday-morning trek with the dogs. Icy and treacherous underfoot, I|couldn’t even walk my regular path. Nope. Had to trudge along the edge, crossing the path several times, previous days’ footprints glare ice after overnight rain, the ice getting harder and […]

Cougar Ramble

Another hectic start to column-writing day, which began with a robust workout and moved fluidly from a doctor’s appointment, to running the dogs, to the bank, to the gas station, to Foster’s for dinner and finally home, where I filled the stoveside wood cradle, swept up the debris and poured myself a cup of coffee. […]

Leyden Lion

It’s before noon Wednesday. I just finished Chapter 6 of a book I’m reading about a colonial Boston minister and poured myself a soothing cup of tea sweetened by Apex Orchards honey. So, now, here I sit at a familiar station for the first time after more than a month of vacation, looking out at […]

Buck Tale

I must admit I love it when stories come flying at me, even if they arrive before I’m out of bed in the morning, especially when preoccupied with pheasant season, always looking for an opening to bust free through a thorny covert. So, obviously, I didn’t object one bit to a dawn phone call Tuesday. […]

Bucks & Banter

That beautiful waxing moon that’s been illuminating this week’s clear, starry sky is called by some the Rutting Moon, and it’s supposed to have an amorous effect on mature whitetail bucks, which go into full rut and throw caution to the wind in search of receptive does. Tonight it’s totally full, so bowhunting has likely […]

Somethin’s Happenin’ Here

The huge, white half-moon dominating the southwestern sky Tuesday night got me pondering, as prominent moons often do. This one to me suggested a mouth agape, half opened in astonishment at what has transpired over the past month. First Irene, then this surreal winter snowstorm that visited us last weekend, two months before winter. What […]

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