Yesterday I drove the Pontiac to the supermarket. As I was crossing the parking lot, a man called out to me and asked if that was my car. I replied that it was; I’m used to people asking me about it. But he said he’d seen it on the internet and knew the owner lived in the area, that the owner wrote a blog called Bark Bark Woof Woof, and wanted to someday meet him. I grinned and said thanks. He said he’s a reader, never commented, but enjoyed my work. And then he said that there are a lot more people who agree with what I write.
We talked as we went into the store. He’s about my age, he works as a carpenter for the school district; we’d met up as he was going in to get his lunch, I think. He told me his name, but I’m not going to share it because I didn’t tell him I’d write about our meeting.
I know that there are a lot more lurkers here than commenters, but even so, it is very nice to hear from them. Thank you.
Waiting for the sunrise on another Friday morning. The new calendar says it’s a new day, a new month, a new year, and human nature says we hope for the best not just with each year, but with each moment. Loss and pain and grief are reminders that we are able to feel something for others as well as ourselves, which means we are still capable of great good even amidst the pain and the sorrow.
Celebrate the new in whatever way makes it meaningful. A moment of silent reflection, of gratitude, of remembrance, perhaps of someone who isn’t on the journey or in the room with you. Hope, as I have said before, is my greatest weakness… and I count that as a blessing. And I remember that a new moment, a new day, and a new year brings both promise and responsibility. I hope to make the most of both.
First, thank you for your good thoughts and wishes. As CLWill noted via my texts, I made it through the storm with barely a scratch on the house and some judicious tree-trimming by Irma. I got power back yesterday (Wednesday) around noon and the house is cooling off and the moisture is being removed.
But what I went through is nothing compared to what many endured and suffered both here in Florida and through the Caribbean. I have friends in the Keys who lost not only their home but their livelihood. The last I heard from them is that they evacuated to South Carolina and will not be returning because they have nothing to return to. The strain and sorrow is permanent for them.
I can count my blessings and be grateful that all I lost were frozen foods and I can mutter about the inconvenience of no power for 78 hours and no internet or cable still. But at least I have a place to sleep and a place to wait for the service to be restored and familiar surroundings and friends to thank for providing me with a place to be during the storm.
If you are so inclined, please find a way to help out the people who really suffered during this time both here and abroad. Listings of resources such as reliable charities can be found everywhere on the internet.
I will try to resume blogging on a regular schedule once the little “Broadband” light on my router at home turns from flashing red to steady green. Until then, I’ll be on limited schedule.
At 90-years-old, a former U.S. senator has found love with a man — 20 years after the death of his wife.
Harris Wofford, a Democrat who represented Pennsylvania in the U.S. Senate from 1991-1995, wrote in a column for The New York Times that he is set to marry a man this Saturday.
Wofford retells the story of how he and his wife met, and how then-President Bill Clinton phoned him as his wife, Clare, died of cancer. They had been married for 48 years.
Wofford, who says he was convinced he would never find love again, met Matthew Charlton, his husband-to-be, while visiting Florida 15 years ago.
Fifty years separate the two in age with “far different professional interests,” but Wofford said the two clicked.
“We took trips around the country and later to Europe together, becoming great friends,” he wrote. “We both felt the immediate spark, and as time went on, we realized that our bond had grown into love. Other than with Clare, I had never felt love blossom this way before.”
He said he’s “lucky” to have found love again in a time when the U.S. Supreme Court has recognized “that matrimony is not based on anyone’s sexual nature, choices or dreams. It is based on love.
Wofford also served as a special assistant for civil rights to President John F. Kennedy, and an unofficial adviser to Martin Luther King Jr. Also, he helped found the Peace Corps.
Best wishes to the happy couple, and thanks for giving this comparatively young guy hope.
I took this picture at Northport Point, Michigan, forty-one years ago with my then-new Yashica TL-E SLR and a roll of Tri-X Pan film that I had bummed off a friend. I was hurrying home in the late afternoon — it gets dark really early up there this time of year — and it was really cold, so I just pointed and clicked. I was surprised how well it turned out, and still am.
Anyway, other than my usual ALNM post later tonight, this is my last post for the year. I’m planning a very quiet night at home with the Engstrom family (the subject of my current novel-in-progress) and I’m going to avoid the outdoors because people have a nasty habit of shooting off fireworks and firearms to celebrate, and you never know where they – neither the ordnance or the people — will land. So I’ll say it now: Happy New Year, Friends. Stay safe and warm and I’ll see you tomorrow morning.
Louganis, 53, married paralegal Johnny Chaillot, 52, Saturday evening at Geoffrey’s in Malibu. “It was amazing because I have so many people from all facets of my life here tonight and they are all here and celebrating it is all wonderful,” Louganis told PEOPLE immediately following the sunset ceremony. “I already feel different. The ceremony was so reflective and representative of who we are.” The recent Splash coach and Chaillot began dating in 2012 after finding each other on the online dating site Match.com and became engaged almost exactly a year later on April 8.
Not only is it the anniversary of Sam’s passing, it’s also the anniversary of the first step on the moon in 1969, the birthday of my friend The Old Professor, and the celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the first broadcast of Interlochen Public Radio.