My camera that I pointed in the direction of that rusty truck that caught my eye, moved like a divining rod to this treasure and that.
A dozen large and small spiders stood their ground. They thought they'd claimed the room by adverse possession.
I wrote this about Haverhill, MA the City that made a huge impact on my dad’s last days. It was originally posted on my blog The Heartbeat of Haverhill. But the sentiment is universal so I am sharing it here. To expand the number of people who get to hear of my gratitude. This City can be such a blessing.
Josh, Gerald, Dad, Brian
My dad, Walter Colby, is 93 and receiving hospice care. Every day as I was writing a newspaper article about trout stocking and fishing in Haverhill, MA, I’d tell my dad what I learned. He and I used to fish when I was very young and it was good to include his knowledgeable perspective. As part of my research, I contacted Mass Division of Fisheries and Wildlife to get some more info for my story. Marion Larson answered my questions, and my father’s and then connected me with John Sheedy. John was stocking a couple of rivers in Haverhill and I was invited to meet up to watch the process. John told me that they were stocking Haverhill’s Lake Saltonstall, Plug Pond as the locals call it, the following Tuesday. It was beyond the deadline for my article, but I asked if I could bring my…
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I had to tell myself quite sternly to leave the sky, and get back into my own body in the car and get to work.
I alone heard the sound because a late mating Fowler’s Toad thought I was pretty cute.
What tales is your desk telling?
Some Christmas trends raucously holler "Jumped the shark!" The decor that's gone beyond "earnestly seeking attention" to "desperately demanding attention" without even understanding why.
It also shows that if you are my friend, even my very new friend, I've got your back.
The difference between blacklisting a restaurant and endorsing it, is less about how perfect the dinner goes than it is about the reaction of the staff when all goes wrong, as long as the food is good.