So it’s Valentine’s Day weekend. The pressure in this world is intense to find someone to love romantically.  I know I felt it for decades until I met Jack. It wasn’t worth compromising to love someone who for me, wasn’t worth loving. Even though I had only nine years with him, I feel lucky - the love was real and reciprocated. Many are not so lucky - and yes, I believe it’s really a factor of luck.  

I’ll never know whether dad was playing with me and my fascination with the royals. He’d left England in part to avoid the class-based society that informed his childhood. Although he would have bristled at the notion, my dad was a socialist, and he demonstrated that with all he did.  As a luthier, his post-farming career, he made sure his instruments were priced so those of modest means could afford them

Wordle - a controlled substance

January 26th and all its facets

cell phone

Here’s to the teachers

The bar

Flash back 6 years

The rate of Inflatables