Category Archives: The Small Pictures

I was sorting thru my “mental attic” and came across a couple of snapshots circa 1960. Mom: We went strawberry picking together at some farm in Branford (?).  It was a sunny day and we were assigned rows to pick from.  Mom … Continue reading →

Have you heard of a ship called the good Reuben JamesManned by hard fighting men both of honor and fame?She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the freeBut tonight she’s in her grave on the bottom of … Continue reading →

It’s Sunday May 18, 2025.  I look outside my window to our deck, and the small horse farm that lays behind the tree line, and the low stone wall that separates our modest green space from the corral.  It’s a … Continue reading →

There was something special about late October and early November Saturday’s for me.  Particularly if Yale was playing at home.  Walking back from the Bowl in the declining light, the air crisp and dried leaves underfoot.  I loved it.  Some … Continue reading →