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When I was very small my father was a high school principal.  On Saturday nights he brought home a 16 mm Bell and Howell projector and films that had been ordered for his school.  This was before television so I was wowed and very excited....

It was quite blustery yesterday as we walked through Boston Common with friends from Sweden.  Stopping to retie my shoe we noticed a lovely pearl and silver earring on the path.  Not being Vincent Van Gogh one earring would not be sufficient for me.  We...

When I was really little things were right or wrong depending upon the pleasure or pain I experienced from particular behaviors.   However, it did not take long before I would begin negotiating with my parents.  If I was a good boy, what would I get? ...

My wife has a much better sense of smell than I do.  When we go to the market she literally sniffs her way through the fruits and vegetables.  Her nose scans the melons and boxes of tangerines.  She makes sure we get good produce.  Yet,...

A few years ago we brought home a few hostas from our son’s yard.  Being a botanical ignoramus I had no idea what was going to happen in our yard.  Two years ago we dug up half of them and put them in the side...

There was a very popular story in the Middle Ages about a dog named Gelert.  One night his master returned home to find his child’s cradle overturned and Gelert was covered with blood. Immediately his master killed him only to turn around and see the...

The local chess club meets in a classroom near my classroom at our local university.  I had to smile at some of the “trash-talking” going on in the hallway.  These were nerds.  Their “trash-talk” wouldn’t hold a candle to that of NBA players.  One of...

It was one of those “Oh, no” moments.  While picking up a dozen eggs I dropped the container before getting it into the basket.  There it was; six of the twelve eggs broken on the floor.  I felt like I was one of the “king’s...

During the last few years of my father’s life, he loved to go to Sears and buy tools.  Therefore, one would assume that he was a handyman.  He wasn’t.  But he surely had all the tools necessary to be one.  After he passed away I...

It was Samuel Coleridge who wrote, “Water, water every where; nor any drop to drink.”   This morning I felt like this ancient mariner as I surfed through 900 television channels. In desperation I stopped at an old Perry Mason drama.  There was Raymond Burr and...