Recent content by GrahamLewis

If every city snowplow driver was not born with a heart of cold stone, they must surely all acquire one after getting nasty stares from homeowners, when said drivers push mounds of icy snow across newly cleared driveways. But at least it gives said homeowners something to commiserate about as...

The snowblower worked wonderfully, quieter than a vacuum cleaner, and about as powerful as the old gas one, but easier to use. We got about a foot of snow, so I cleared things twice -- with once more planned once the sun comes up; and no fear about waking up any slacker neighbors who choose to...

Went for a morning walk in the nature conservancy.. Moderately heavy snow, cloudy, 25 degrees (F), mild wind. Great to be out in it all. Great to have the opportunity and ability. Good too to get home to warm coffee, and to win at Scrabble. Little things worth having.

I'm looking for some deep hidden meaning in this post. But finding nothing.

Death of the Ball Turret Gunner Randall Jarrell From my mother's sleep I fell into the State And I hunched in the belly till my wet fur froze Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I awoke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of turret with a...

I know the feeling, an eerie sensation of what Jung called "synchronicity" (a meaningful coincidence). The hard part is sorting out what exactly the meaning might be. Or if there is any at all. Maybe your dream did ruin what would have been a pleasant experience (which could otherwise...

WC Fields

"Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance." Rabindraneth Tagore, Bengali poet

As with many mornings, my lovebird makes me happy. Hand-raised, but as a solo bird, he has bonded with me. A great honor, but also a great responsibility. He demands to be out at least a couple times a day, and lets me know, loudly and insistently if I forget. Though he is quick to forgive...

And you a successful author and all. Actually basic bar food is my go-to, especially out there.

Happy Thanksgiving to all you American literary turkeys. And to anyone else who cares to join in. I'm grateful for this site, and for all of you who participate. Great reading, great ideas, great people.

It's come, not my time, yours.

If I make it out that way in the spring will you buy me lunch?

Letters piled up outside the door.

The advent of the first winter storm always brings with it the same routine. Making sure the snowblower is ready (I got a new toy this year, an EGO battery-powered one, so that disproportionally excites me) and asking, "Where did I put my super-warm gloves and my stocking cap that includes a...