Monday My car choked starting this morning. It sounded like a struggling antelope in the death grip of a fierce lion, or perhaps it was just cursing at me for turning the key. But I didn’t blame it, not one bit. After all, it was -24 degrees last night. Incredibly cold to be a ski […]
A couple paddling on Freedom Pond at sunset.
After the shuttle Challenger exploded 73 seconds into flight on January 28, 1986, Christa McAuliffe’s mother, Grace Corrigan, vowed to keep her mission alive.
Monday As of last Friday I’ve acquired yet another honorable nickname. At least, I think it’s honorable. It’s called the “Herb” award. Well, it’s a yellow name tag that I must wear proudly on my vest, just above the old one that says my actual name. Actually, I don’t know what my actual name is […]
Monday Skiing a patient down in a toboggan is no easy task. It often times involves some pleasant, fiery burning in my legs and reduces my biceps to wet noodles. But it’s all worth it, to make sure my patient is safe. So, since it’s just not hard enough, let’s throw in some moguls! Yep, […]
Monday This week I’m going to write about something a bit different. I enjoy writing about my days and what occurs on them, but while riding the lift this morning, I had a sudden realization that a ski mountain is full of perceptions hidden just beneath the surface. Well, hidden beneath that surface, and beneath […]
“Hopkinton Green, 1988” by Carolyn Anderson.
June 2006 | “August,” by Oren Sherman.
An untitled turn-of-the-century Valentine’s Day lithograph, courtesy of the Photo Source.
