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.
Once in a while, a road trip takes me through scenes and views that are too numerous to count, and too splendid to accurately capture in pictures. I try though, to convey the breathtaking goodness and beauty found in weather and creation.
How is that the roads run to the places from where we come? But we see what we want and it differs from.
After much looking around and some research on ideas, I didn’t really decide on anything I liked. So I just decided to make my own chicken coop with some ideas in my head and some…
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.
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.
I began coaching youth baseball back in the mid-1990’s. Over the years I have had more fun being a part of teams and interacting with parents, coaches, players, and opponents than I could ever recount.
The media covered it all. Social media has shared it, posted it, messaged about it, commented on it, and talked up one side and down the other about the game. The community showed up. Little leaguers dreamt. Players past and future all ached for a big hit. Students were noticeably immense. Parents glowed, they wished the pain to carry, then they returned from the glorious trip’s end. Coaches planned, paced, and in the end tipped their caps. Town sports. Team sports. Competition. Ultimately, it was all about the kids. As it should be.
Some people run for themselves. Some run because it’s another race on the schedule. Some run for others. Then some run to compete against themselves. Some run to put distance between the present and something…
Numerous folks were looking for information regarding services or a gathering to remember/celebrate Shane. Thanks to family and friends I have the following information to share if anyone needs it or wants it. Thank you for all those who have reached out, and/or shared stories, memories, or thoughts. Please feel free to continue commenting here as Shane’s life can continue to be written and remembered for some time to come. Thank you.
Two years ago this morning, my Dad passed away. To me, the date April 14th has now been redefined forever. As this date neared, and ultimately arrived, I have had many folks share their warm…
So, an innocent conversation with friends last year, about the possibility of having raised garden beds and whether or not they could place one on the side of a hill, turned into a woodworking project that has continued this year. It all started with manufacturing the sides and ends by cutting and combining boards to get walls that were 12″ deep. Then some pilot holes, support for the corners, and a 3 1/2″ lip all the way around (to lean on or sit on), and I had a finished product.
It was three weeks ago now, and in my mind, it went something a little bit like this. As the maestro held his baton high, coercing the grand finale in all of its glory, the final note played. Somewhere between stunned and proud, the maestro bowed his head and turned to face the masses and the feedback they levied on this collective piece of work. And those who witnessed it, they rose in unison to honor the performance and wished it never had to end.
I have been watching the Olympics since I can remember. The first games I vaguely remember were the 1972 games. There have been more memorable moments than I could probably list. Then… …Yesterday morning, I…
Last night on the hilltop, as some say, the Grizzlies hosted their final regular season hockey game of the 2017-18 season. It was also Senior Night, a chance to recognize Goffstown’s 5 seniors on this year’s varsity squad. The opponent was Merrimack, a team that these senior’s had never beaten (0-4) coming into their final regular season home game.
The Goffstown Grizzlies hockey team played host to the Alvirne Broncos last night at St. Anselm College. On paper, the standings and previous results pointed to this as a blowout type game, dare say, and easy win for the Grizzlies. See Alvirne entered play with a record of three wins and twelve losses, while Goffstown entered play with twelve wins and two losses. In the end, the Grizzlies prevailed by a score of 10-6, but there were a few different sides to this story.
Oh my, where do I start? I guess I start with recognizing the fact that it has been several months since the last time that I really sat down to write something, to create, to formulate frames, thoughts, and ideas through the use of words.
Then I suppose I should include the fact that I went to see The Ghosts of Christmas Eve, The Best of TSO and More Tour 2017 on Saturday, November 25th in Manchester, NH. As often happens with me when I listen to these folks, even while I was sitting there at the venue, watching both the afternoon and evening shows, I had words, ideas, lyrics, and emotions I wanted to capture, all swirling in my head.
Ryan D. Beal gets his white coat on the campus of Campbell University. #classof2021 #whitecoatceremony #Campbell
After my One Night In Pittsburg, it was time to head south again. Though I am always reluctant to leave. In part, I love the pace or the lack thereof up in the north country, then I also know that once I am back home, the pace waits for no one.
Thankful to be granted another day.
I am assuming that most of you have at least 10-12 minutes today or tomorrow to read through news articles, social media posts, and commentary regarding the various protests and stances surrounding our National Anthem and the American Flag.
This was a 19-second video that I took with my phone yesterday. I slowed it down to half speed. It’s a Hummingbird Hawk-Moth. I know it’s not the best quality, but kind of cool to…
People that have impacted me, among many, many others, are dying. Maybe I even knew some of them.
This desk sells for $175.00. The top is a large 22.5″ deep x 36″ wide. It’s a huge desk surface for writing, using a laptop, and/or studying with a book.
It has been brought to my attention recently that I am not a parent. Not a good parent, or a bad parent, just that I have not been counted as a parent at all.
So, an innocent conversation with friends, about the possibility of having raised garden beds and whether they could place one on the side of a hill, turned into my latest woodworking project. It all started with manufacturing the sides and ends by cutting and combining boards to get walls that were 12.5″ deep. Then some pilot holes, plastic lining (last year’s backyard ice rink), some weed block, support for the corners, and a 3 1/2″ lip all the way around (to lean on or sit on), and I had a finished product.
Happy Mother’s Day!!! I have said it many, many times; a Mother’s role or job, is the most important job on the planet. I am fortunate to have been blessed so abundantly. God saw…
It’s been a year now, 12 whole months since a miraculous life here on earth expired. I remember the weeks leading to the day that we all knew would come sometime. There was so much support, many prayers and efforts, regardless of being tired. Amid the details though, it wasn’t too difficult, a beautiful love, to find.
