Category Archives: The Small Pictures

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 →

Historically the hot beverage of choice in Slavic lands was tea.  And perhaps owing to the costliness of ceramic cups, most folks drank their tea in a glass.  And while Mommie Soph sipped her tea from a rather prodigious coffee … Continue reading →

We move from place to place to place.  Homes are sold, we move on.  And wherever we may land there may be a few items transported with us from where we began, to our next nest.  It could be a … Continue reading →

DAD WEPT… Call it one of my blind spots (of which I have a few)… but I am not a fan of Mother’s Day, Father’s Day or Valentine’s Day.  Maybe it’s just the Grumpy in me, but it’s the artificial … Continue reading →