suburban dream



“Life is maybe like deep-sea fishing. We wake up in the morning, we cast our nets into the water, and, if we are lucky, at day’s end we will have netted one– maybe two– small fish. Occasionally we will net a seahorse or sometimes a shark– or a life preserver or an iceberg, or a monster. And in our dreams at night we assess…

walking man

Moving in silent desperation Keeping an eye on the holy land A hypothetical destination Say, who is this waliking man? Well, the leaves have come to turning And the goose has gone to fly And bridges are for buning So don’t you let that yearning Pass you by Walking man, walking man walks Well, any other man stops and talks But the walking man…

in light of all that has and is currently taking place here in the Boston area, I am just dropping by quickly to wish all who are able, to have a happy weekend. To all my friends here in Massachusetts, I am thinking of you and hoping that you are all are safe. It’s been a horrific week.

March-ing in

like a lion! and that’s all I have to say about that except that I hope you have a wonderful weekend!