To cook or not to cook? That’s often the question. Eat in or eat out?
Prior to the publishing of my Yiddish and Jive book, it seemed I spent every hour of the day at my computer dealing with and solving all sorts of...
I don’t mind taking down the tree. 
 It has served its purpose. At first it was a welcome holiday guest but it took up a lot of room and I wanted my...
Crows have come to roost in my consciousness again. I am of the kind that seek out the omens of a happening, a circumstance, a serendipity.
At 1100 hours, we set our anchor on a grassy sand conch pasture under 12 feet of sapphire sea. It had been a rough eight-day offshore passage from...
’Twas Christmas Eve in Tisbury, And trees were all alight, St. Nick was coming surely, The stars were gleaming bright.
The question was: Do you believe in Santa Claus?
I recently noticed that trees are tall. Some of them really tall, even super tall.
In the mid 1960s, my sister Marie started a vegetable garden on the property under our father’s tutelage and the name Beetlebung Farm was established.

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