Special People
Saturday afternoon I was fortunate enough to be present for a very special celebration. I attended a celebration of life, the life of Joe Hubbard, my friend. Due to family commitments, I arrived later in…
Saturday afternoon I was fortunate enough to be present for a very special celebration. I attended a celebration of life, the life of Joe Hubbard, my friend. Due to family commitments, I arrived later in…
The twins have just grown beyond the 22 month old mark. I know, at some point soon, their ages will be measured in fractions of years. Either way they are growing up too fast. These…
Itβs the last week of February. Usually this means biting cold, penetrating winds, and plenty of snow and ice. Not his winter. We have experienced little snow, not much ice, and the winds have been…
Stands still. Never stops. Runs out. Well spent.
I originally posted this tribute back in November when I heard the news that Sam Carey had passed away. Tonight his Central High School number 52 jersey will be retired in a halftime ceremony of…
Tim Wakefield announced his retirement from baseball earlier today. He played for 19 years, 17 of which were in Boston. He was drafted as a first baseman but was converted to a knuckle-baller before making…
Just a random thought passing through my head. Would American companies be better off by hiring and retaining good people or by hiring to a quota, demographic, or some model created in the spirit of…
February 14th. One of 366 days this leap year. Valentine’s Day. Whether or not you think the day is worth celebrating, it’s still Valentine’s Day. I want my wife to know she’s special, loved, and…
Everyday, all day, we make choices. So like many others, the choice is yours. I say, leave it in better shape than it was when you got here. It = every moment, everyone, everything.
If you find yourself in despair, with more questions than you have answers for, and each second feels like a dreadful eternity, then the questions you are asking yourself are probably closer to the answer…
Admit you have a yield problem, or maybe it’s a denial problem. If you don’t yield to temptation, good for you, but if you don’t yield in traffic then it might be a denial issue.…
This afternoon I found myself in a moment that almost immediately failed to register in the annals of time. It had no measure. No beginning. No end. Or so it seemed. While trying to comfort…
Ottawa This afternoon we got back from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. Amaris, the twins, Sebastian, and I were up there for a hockey tournament with Sebastian’s team. Travel was good, the tournament was fun, the…
January, 2012 – We Were Friends. Recently a long time friend of mine passed away. I hesitate to say he lost a bought with cancer because he battled, he inspired, he laughed, he smiled,…
I got home from my son’s hockey practice earlier this evening. After everyone settled in, I flipped on the Australian Open as background noise while I checked email, FB, the weather, and a few mindless things. My mindless escape from a couple of busy, if not trying, days, was instantly diverted. I felt my heart leap into my throat as I read Mark DiMarzio’s post first. My hopes of some alternate meaning shattered as I read posts on Hub’s FB wall.
I am a hockey dad. I love the game. I have loved the game since I was a kid. Although I never played organized hockey, other than when we played with boots for a goal…
Good morning from New Hampshire. We received just about three inches of snow at our house overnight. Since the temperatures have been well below freezing, the snow is light, fluffy, particularly reflective, and blows around…
If you have read my blog at all you know that I enjoy taking pictures. I enjoy photographs taken by others. I love what pictures have to say without a single written or spoken word.…
I am pretty sure that my views and thoughts that I am about to share are either warped or certainly not taken serious by many. We will see how many times I change the words…
So, as a proud dad I had to share this. Earlier this morning I picked Jacqueline up and laid her down to change her diaper. As she laid back, she handed me a small book…
This is a re-post/update to a post I did back in November. After having just dealt with a primary here in NH, I thought this might be worth posting again. Seriously, watch and listen to…
Thank you to all the people who have read through any of my posts. Thank you to the people who have interacted with me here and encouraged me to start writing and sharing. Thank you…
I slip on my headphones making sure the fit is just right. I don’t want sounds escaping nor do I want any sounds to interfere with the sounds of my flight to nowhere. These moments…
Today we finally received our first winter snowfall. We only received maybe 4 or 5 inches before turning to freezing rain, but it was enough to keep the kids home from school. I was upstairs…
Ok, I know this subject is hotly contested, if not outright opposed. The BCS Title game is tonight. Somehow two months later we get to see LSU play Alabama again. Perhaps Alabama and LSU are…
Merry Christmas all. This will be a quick post even though I have so many thoughts runningΒ throughΒ my mind. Maybe I will put the rest of my thoughts into words another time. Today, Christmas Day, I…
Merry Christmas! Thank you for all you have done, for all you do, for all you will do. Maybe you have seen this video, maybe you haven’t. I have attached this touching tribute to our…
Just about any time I think about our military personnel, past and present, when I really think of all they do, all they sacrifice, I cry. I am especially emotional on this subject at Christmas…
Finally, for the first time since October, yes October, the ground is white here. At least for the moment anyway. I know many people are hoping for a white Christmas around here. I am not…
I Was Born The Son Of A Preacher Man Today is my birthday and forty-four years ago today, I was born. I was born the son of a preacher man. Two days before the celebration…
Silent Night. The most famous Christmas song of all-time. The lyrics of this song started as a poem written in the early 19th century by an Austrian priest. At the time the little village on…