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March 2, 2014

Excuses excuses

Remember Leo? The one who can barely contain his misery over ski boots, and DESPISES foods that he loved yesterday? He is a different kid today. There are some things you might not know about this picture. That the king size slim Jim is his dinner. That he tripped over the legs of his new pjs coming into the store to buy dinner. And that he couldn’t catch himself with his hands because he was holding up said pjs to keep from flashing the folks coming out of the store. That when he fell Read more […]

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March 1, 2014

What do you call it?

We went to the Lego movie. Everything was awesome. Obviously an important part of getting to know any city is checking out its cinema and this one was satisfyingly un-Vermonty. To begin with it had 22 screens. Add to that plush stadium seating, and an IMax and you start to see what I mean. At the concession stand two young tatooed dudes had to show ID. At first I thought there might be beer back there, but it was only to buy their popcorn. I was wondering if this was policy or profiling, and Read more […]

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February 24, 2014

Newbie

We are riding in the white Yestermorrow van towards the Pitcher Inn. I have my sketchbook balanced on my lap and am too tired to speak to my friends. Instead I listen to the conversation in front of me. Cameron is studying himself into a new profession. He has returned from the Marines and spends almost half his time at YM learning to build. He is describing the timber framing class and its instructor. His language is course and loving, a bit like the instructor he has brought to life in a few sentences. Read more […]

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February 15, 2014

Blank this

I guess it is a sign of a good vacation when there is nothing to rant about. We missed a blizzard, walked on the beach, visited houses, went to a pirate party, and cooked for the first time in our kitchen. We sat around a shell sand dollar checker board and had leo read us questions…if your could learn one language which would it be? If you could go to space would you? If you could have ten siblings or be an only child which would you choose? If you could be 10% smarter or 10% better looking Read more […]

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February 13, 2014

Another day in Paradise

The banners line the historic island streets. “Another day in Paradise.” It is hard to argue. At 62 it is one of their coldest days of the year and although the breeze might better be described as a gust we are outside, climbing sand hills, swinging, eating lunch at an outdoor cafe. We will not swim. But we will not wear coats. And for now this fact alone makes it feel like paradise. We have been at the gulf front condo for less than 24 hours and one of my main vacation questions has arisen. Why Read more […]

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January 17, 2014

A picture leads to a 1,000 words.

Looking at this I can barely breathe. I seek out the light against the buildings. Focus on the proportion of the bricks. Try to get into the rhythm of the…what are those called? Escape stairs? Fire escapes. See- they need an escape. Lots of escapes, long zigzags of metal means to escape. I know I am in the minority. My mother moved to NYC and is in a constant state of disbelief that I don’t want to visit her in the city. There is everything there. I know about the culture.  I know about Read more […]

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January 16, 2014

Open Road to somewhere

So 7/100 might not seem like much of a milestone, but I will take it. A week. A something measured in a universal way. I am not above make your own milestones. I often do in Notabli with the kids. “First time he used a napkin” “Baby’s first print ad.” I am looking forward to post 10 which might just contain the words SUCK IT SILAS. Because he (or someone else and I am too busy lazy to check) told me I could only write 9. Since this is only post 8 I have to wait a bit before that creative masterpiece Read more […]

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October 19, 2013

Injury Prone

I hear his high cry from down below. Why me? Why meeeeeee? We are in the parking lot of uncle Chris’ apartment in Chattanooga. We have arrived a minute or two early and the boys are ready to conquer the playground. Almost before I can soak in the amenities that this modest complex has (pool, playground, large picnic lawn) Oliver is wounded. A shin bump, a toe turn, oh wait…the double hand scrape. He is so pitiful. His thin wavering wail, the snot and tears mingled. His exhaustion from starting Read more […]

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