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Information comes and goes. The how of it? Nobody knows. I care. This is not a post for everyone, maybe not for anyone, but the post is true to its title.  I have been thinking, again, about the flow of … Continue reading →

SEATTLE POST 2 I’M SETTLING IN. I’m now a regular at the Sunday Farmers’ Market, where, with Charlie’s running interference. I, with my nimble joystick, have zigged through one side of the Market regulars who are mostly tall, slow, texting … Continue reading →

Hello from Seattle!  Yes, three weeks into my latest adventure, I am happily west coastal and loving my digs. Though nothing can replace Roseledge on the harbor of my summers,  I am still near water, busy monitoring boats as they … Continue reading →

I waited to tell you until I knew for sure, and now I do.  So the news is that Jamie Wyeth, a good and abutting neighbor on three sides, is buying Roseledge.  I sold it “as is” so it will … Continue reading →

There is no easy way to say this. I am selling Roseledge, place of my heart. It is a hard decision, but the right one.  Let me count the reasons why. In a nutshell, my body made me do it. … Continue reading →

Bring on the sunshine; I have a new hat.  I’m coming to Maine on August 13 for only one week, so get ready to party. Here I am lurking in Minneapolis,  shade-testing the hat and managing not to do a … Continue reading →

REGARDING SOURCES:  If an argument is only as good as its sources and there are so many sources and so many kinds of “good,” how does an inquiring person decide which of the many sources is or are the “best … Continue reading →

It was 7:00 am on a normal morning at the Kenwood, where I live on the 12th floor. Several of us on the elevator were silently thirsting for that first cup of fresh, hot coffee, when this newbie I had … Continue reading →

Roseledge Books launched its best ever, if first, all out sale, and people came for, or maybe stumbled onto, old new books that were better than new new books — which of course I didn’t have, as I have been … Continue reading →

I made it and all is perfect.  Okay, with a glitch or two, but Scott’s rubbery legs have recovered after pulling my 350 pound wheelchair, immobile with a “brake error”, and me, and I am not a feather, up the … Continue reading →