Tag Archives: Photography
No sign of Jack or Diane
Another New Jerseyan gone off to that big suburb in the sky.
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
The road ahead is clear, but where does it lead?
Often I dream of a world without superhighways.
On my brother’s recommendation, I visited the National Museum of Mathematics in New York City. Founder and President Glen Whitney, an ex-math professor and hedge fund “quant,” graduated from our shitty high-school in Roselle New Jersey. My brother knew him. I didn’t, although his older sister might remember me singing “Back on the Chain Gang” […]
My life right now might best be described as a Manchester by the Sea kind of awful. A few weeks ago, my mother, who broke her hip back in March, developed an intestinal blockage after undergoing hip surgery, and then brain damage as a side effect of the procedure to clear the intestinal blockage. Apparently […]
“This City now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning.” William Wordsworth
A door just opened on a street– I, lost, was passing by– An instant’s width of warmth disclosed And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I, I, lost, was passing by,– Lost doubly, but by contrast most, Enlightening misery. Emily Dickinson
Yea, though I park in the valley of the shadow of death.