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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything
The image is cropped, but I know you know who painted it. The combination of subject matter and technique is unmistakable. Man, I love illustrations like that. If Norman Rockwell was Disney, than Leyendecker was Warner Brothers. I always like his Bugs Bunny style better than Rockwell’s Mickey
[Editor’s Note: Offered without comment. Author’s note: There is no editor] Critique the writing style at sippicancottage.com The blog Sippican Cottage (sippicancottage.com) is a long-running personal site run by an author who describes himself in the tagline as: “A man who has nothing in particular to recommend him
So, what shall we do on Sunday? We slept late. I still had a nap in the afternoon. Overnight sleep is earned income. It’s a crummy paycheck of rest after you punch out of your weary daily timeclock. Various taxes on your time are taken out of the
Sam (Hambone) is a friend to multiple wholly and partially owned subsidiaries of the Sippican Conglomerate. By that, I mean my older son plays gigs with him, and Sam has helped me move furniture. I had no idea he was a musician when I first met him. The
[It’s a long road that has no turning. Here’s the end of our quest for temporary residency permits in Mexico] We went to our appointments the next day, and I shook Omar’s hand like a pump handle until he made me stop. I went first while my wife
[We’re nearing the end of my interminable saga of moving our frostbitten bones to Merida, Yucatan. The whole megillah is available, in reverse order, here] There’s only one step left. The witch’s broomstick of the whole affair. We had thirty days after touching down to score the touchdown
It has rained most every second since I finished re-roofing the desolation that the non-hurricane Irene visited on my roof. It’s as if Divine Providence
So yesterday, reader Dave left a message for my boys on The Drummer’s Only Nine And He’s Gone Hollywood On Us Already: If they played
[Editor’s Note: From 2012. And there is no editor] Frank Gilbreth was born in Fairfield, Maine, in 1868. He never went to college except to
