Over the years, my mom’s flowers have encouraged many comments. Comments from friends, family, and complete strangers. The beauty has caused reactions where perfect strangers have stopped in to look, say hi, and give their…
These photos were taken in New Boston, NH. Beautiful day. Beautiful people. Thank you all. Enjoy.
I couldn’t begin to count the number of ways we have been blessed by the addition of our twins to the family. It’s been almost 9 years since they were born and I wish I had tracked every moment that Theodore and Jacqueline made us laugh, or impressed us with their creativity, or just melted our hearts with their love for just about everything.
Maybe it’s just me but for most of my life I never really stopped to think about heroes. I mean I had all kinds of sports heroes I guess, but I certainly didn’t think of these people, athletes, or whomever as heroes. When I was young I enjoyed Saturday morning cartoons and the Super Friends, but that wasn’t realistic to me. There were cowboys from TV shows and black and white movies that I wished I could be. And there were my favorites, the Indians, the Native Americans, the people that were already on this continent that I really wanted to be. I fell in love with the images and stories of these people.
They say that a princess is born into royalty. I am not recognized by any state. But I am most definitely a head of state, a state of awe. And I have two amazing daughters,…
This write up isn’t the same. No, this one is different. This game wasn’t the same as all the rest. And from my seat at the Rinks of Exeter, maybe my glasses were slightly rose-tinted. Yesterday’s Senior All-Star Classic was fun. It was some pretty good hockey with most kids playing on lines and combinations of players that were completely new to them. But the game didn’t suffer because of it.
Every year, the Goffstown Hockey team selects a charity of choice. Or, over the last two seasons, they have decided to be hands-on and not let the parents and board members run a charity night…
From Sullivan Arena in Goffstown, NH – February 10, 2019:
From West Side Arena in Manchester – December 12, 2018
As I sat down to write this recap, I literally removed my baseball cap and sat in silence for 22 seconds to honor Hunter Burke and the Burke family as I had done with the crowd at West Side Arena yesterday afternoon.
Just a good sense of imagination, a spot on the floor, and a pile of pucks.
We were fortunate enough to get to Abrams Pond again this year. We had lots of downtime with family and enjoyed a gorgeous week of humidity-free summer weather.
Days 1-11. Maine. Hastings Campground. Martin Stream Campground. Schoodic Woods Campground. This year, for some reason, the twins and I decided to do a Camping Adventure 2018. We had never camped for more than 2…
Day eleven. Acadia National Park. Schoodic Woods Campground. The last day of our camping adventure was day eleven. The morning started cool and sunny. We decided that our last day at Schoodic Woods would be a little…
Day ten. Acadia National Park. Schoodic Woods Campground.
After dark on night number nine some clues of what was to come started to show themselves. Around 8 pm, the kids and I started noticing some lightning flashing away off in the distance. As night nine became day ten, the thunder had started and a storm was closing in.
Day eight. Acadia National Park. Schoodic Woods Campground.
We woke up to a foggy, wet morning on day eight. The kids got up and rode their bikes around Loop A several times.
Day seven. Acadia National Park. Schoodic Woods Campground.
On day seven we broke down our camp at Martin Stream Campground before heading to Acadia National Park and Schoodic Woods Campground. Before we said goodbye to my wife we stopped in Buckfield, Maine for another lunch at Buck-It Pub & Grill.
Day six. Turner, Maine. Martin Stream Campground.
We rented canoes on day six, and it was a blast! We meandered out through Martin Stream into the bigger water of the Nezinscot River.
Day Five. Turner, Maine. Martin Stream Campground.
We had a sunny, quiet morning along Martin Stream. We had lobster and steamers, with corn on the cob, and assorted pasta salads put on by the campground for lunch.
Day four. Turner, Maine. Martin Stream Campground.
We got up after another overnight with heavy rain and packed up a wet tent. We drove east to Buckfield, Maine and met my wife at Buck-It Pub & Grill for lunch before checking into Martin Stream Campground.
Day three. White Mountains National Forest. Hastings Campground.
Day two. White Mountains National Forest. Hastings Campground.
Day nine. Acadia National Park. Schoodic Woods Campground.
On day nine we woke up and cooked breakfast in camp. Then we went into Winter Harbor to take showers and get cleaned up.
Day one. White Mountains National Forest. Camp set up just before the rain. Showers tore through the valley and the winds kicked up ahead of their arrival, which made getting the rain fly attached to…
Even though we ended up at some wonderful destinations during our trip to British Columbia, there were a lot of hours spent on the road. Every morning we left our home base in Salmon Arm,…
Hell’s Gate is an impressive display of power, both in terms of water and wind. On the Fraser River, where two mountain ranges meet, the scope of this place is deceiving.
At one of my favorite locations in the area, we gathered to play some baseball on the 4th of July. Five of the six kids, my wife, and I, all took some batting practice in…
Last night I awoke from a deep sleep with words spilling from what’s left of the corners of my mind. I laid awake in bed for an hour or two and recited words to myself as I formulated thoughts. This morning I knew I would have some time to sit and put something together. And this, from the perspective of a young boy, with some twenty plus years of adult insight, is what I came up with.
