Lacunae Musing

During my 35-year working career, I had just two jobs, the first for nearly six years and the last for thirty. Loyalty to the employer and v...

One of our friends wrote a warm and thoughtful note on my modest efforts here. Because some of her comments are so universal I include it b...

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...

It is that time of the year – political demagoguery to seek the presidential nomination. No wonder it is easy to become inured to politics....

I finished Russo's Bridge of Sighs and like many of the characters in the book, I am drawn into Sara’s drawings of Ikey Lubin’s, the fa...

I am reading Richard Russo’s new novel, Bridge of Sighs . I generally stretch out reading a book by one of my favorite authors, savoring ce...