Lacunae Musing

I'm turning 70 soon. It seems like only yesterday I was reconciling myself to my 65th birthday , fortunate of course to make it to ...

My friend, Martin Tucker, is retiring, again. I’ll let him explain this redundancy and the occasion itself in the essay he wrote, How Diffic...

Our younger son, Jonathan, is a traveler, while our older son’s avocation is that of a writer (see Chris’ Why am I a Writer at the end of h...

Halyards slap in the winter morning’s northwest wind. The boat yard is a lonely place. Hulls are awkward hulks beached on parking lots, stri...

Yes that is me, some 64 years ago. Ever since I've received statements from Social Security or a retirement account I have seen the omi...