‘Tis the Season … to observe and share
Over the last week or two I have observed some interesting things involving people all around me. Keep in mind, it’s Christmas time, and people are supposed to be at their best, right? I know…
Over the last week or two I have observed some interesting things involving people all around me. Keep in mind, it’s Christmas time, and people are supposed to be at their best, right? I know…
What do you think of when you see or hear the number 44? I know the first thing that comes to my mind is Henry Aaron. I think of Willie McCovey and Reggie Jackson, and…
It’s Sunday night, December 18th. We are less than a week from Christmas. Roughly 148 hours until December 25th starts. Is that enough time to get everything done that you need to get done? Is…
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I am not sure I have enough proof here, but here goes. Aside from watching this little tale unfold with my own two eyes, I think the pictures tell the story. I find it interesting…
Recently, my youngest brother’s father-in-law passed away. Or my sister-in-law’s father passed away. Either way, it’s been a major and sudden impact on their family. I don’t want to know what the feeling of suddenly…

Over the last few weeks I have been thinking about theΒ North CountryΒ ofΒ New HampshireΒ and MaineΒ while missing the hundreds of hours I have spent with my favorite animals, Moose. These are just a few of the hundreds of moose pictures I have taken over the years. The majority were taken with my 35mm camera so I have the prints and negatives and not nearly as many on my digital camera.
Today we went to my mom and dadβs house for our weekly visit. The sun was shining and temperatures were in the low 40βs. The grass is still green and the trees donβt look as…
Away in a manger, No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head Β Maybe you have a baby, or maybe someone else’s baby is the one, isn’t there or…
We are just 13 days from Christmas and here in New Hampshire the sun is shining, the grass glistens as the frost covered blades reflect the low morning sun. The temperature outside was 20 degrees…
We are just 13 days from Christmas and here in New Hampshire the sun is shining, the grass glistens as the frost covered blades reflect the low morning sun. The temperature outside was 20 degrees…
I sit here with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, as I cannot seem to make myself move a muscle. This is another tribute piece, not much different from one I wrote just…
Happy Birthday Mom! I am glad that God allowed me to be born into our family. I am so glad I got to grow up with you mom. I am my mother’s son, and I…
I don’t know how valuable $50 million is, but I do know that it wouldn’t have bought any more of the stuff I have been writing about. I would take the extra 50 years.
I know the Little Drummer Boy doesn’t qualify as a Christmas hymn but I am including it in my series here. Based on the fact that several versions of this song appear in my YouTube…
Theodore gets a moment to himself and enjoys some coloring. Or scribbling is really more like it. Either way, he was on his own, on the floor, lying on his belly, and free to kick…
I know there’s a lifetime of hockey yet to play this season, or so it would seem. So I tread lightly here as I write on this subject. I have thought on this often and…
It was just a little moment. Maybe it lasted for a minute or two. The twins on their tip-toes, stretchingΒ instinctivelyΒ to get the highest vantage point possible. Who teaches them that? They both knew that as…
I just brought our 9 foot Frasier Fir Christmas tree into the house this evening. I think itβs a beautiful tree, and once it falls, I think it will even look better. I can tell…
Most mornings at our house consist of the twins and I hanging out in the family room. There are plenty of toys to play with, books to read through, snacks nearby for dad to prepare,…
Once again I received a simple email from my mother and it prompted a post to my blog. It seems that emails from mom have this tendency. I love it mom, donβt stop sending them…
This post is for my brother Pete. It’s about a simple, short song and it is one of my Christmas favorites. Old Toy Trains as sung by Roger Miller. When I hear this song it…
On November 20th the twins reached the 19 month old mark. I know parents use months as the measurement for age until kids are roughly 2 years old, but it just seems to work that…
Here in the Northeast we have just come through one of the milder months ofΒ November thatΒ any of us can remember. As we start December it’s still not feeling like winter yet. We are just over…
I took the twins to see my parents again today. We had no agenda and nothing to accomplish. We just spent time together. As it should be. The twins love to see Grampy and Grammy…
So, the Boston Red Sox, supposedly one of the model organizations in all of baseball, are naming who as their new manager? Bobby Valentine? Wow. I don’t know if this is a good move or…
My mom sent me an email recently that contained the quotes I have shared below. I am sure we all have seen something like this go around on email over the years. I read through…
I know this is late according to the calendar. Is it ever late to be thankful? I guess there are times when it would be. Hopefully this isn’t one of them. Happy Thanksgiving in my…
Today capped a 36 hour blitz of a couple of Division I schools who are interested in having Ryan transfer to their school next fall. Ryan, my 18-year-old son, is a freshman catcher at Ohlone…
This will be short and quick as I get ready to head out the door. I was up from 2am until 4am this morning, welcoming my son Ryan home. His flight didn’t land until almost…
A few days ago I wrote a post called “The first time” and it was a short story about my first time seeing the Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert. I have included that post here and…
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beautiful.
Upon seeing the Winter 2011 Tour visit Manchester this year, I have spent a lot of time, maybe too much time, reflecting on my experiences with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I can’t help but return to…