NORMAN ROCKWELL 2013
byIt was late on a glittering Sunday afternoon in early summer, and I was riding my bike around the town that I live in….
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A LONG WAY FROM WALTON’S MOUNTAIN
byWhen I was a kid one of my favorite TV shows was, peculiarly, The Waltons, the syrupy saga of a large, loving family struggling…
MILE 59
byI don’t cry very often, for better or worse. I never did, really, not even as a child. Maybe I didn’t see the point,…
WILDWOOD BY THE SEA AND THE RIVER OF TIME
byI was sitting on a bench on the Wildwood N.J. boardwalk, killing time with a brain-dead smart phone and a birch beer, waiting to…
THE BLUE ROUTE AND BEYOND
byOfficially, it’s Interstate 476, the Mid-County Expressway. No one ever calls it that, though. They call it the Blue Route, and people in suburban…
THE RED HEADED STRANGER AND ME
byWillie Nelson turned 80 recently. Years ago, I wouldn’t have guessed that he’d make it nearly that far, but then Willie is a tough…