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The Monkey. The Morals.
Asking the question, “are we responsible for others or merely for ourselves?” is hardly new. It was on people’s minds throughout our written history. Philosophers and great thinkers nearly universally agree with the Golden Rule (of Jesus): “Love your neighbor as yourself.” One of my favorite catchphrases that speaks this truth is from Sea Education Association…
an empty chair
An empty chair just over there and round my table one less guest. One less chance. One last test. Oh! empty chair; I’d rather see you, my friend, right next to me. But, this is the time to part our ways; to hold to my own company. So on the day of someday soon and…
Pro-mask::Pro-business
I, if I am anything, am an ocean of self. Self-centeredness is the core of my and every human existence. Rene Descartes summarizes this in his oft-quoted, “Cogito, ergo sum”.I think.I am.This self-centeredness is every human’s basic instinct.While we all feel the pull towards our own selfish nature, some are certainly drawn more than others.…
The Victory of Defeat
We surrender and call it a victory.There is a spirit in our land that is gathering many to worship at its altar: victory.Someone has convinced many Americans that the science (historic, well-documented and reasonable) of wearing a facemask and practicing social distancing (to reduce the spread of a disease) is defeatist. Let me restate that:…
Elements: Malt
This series is a collection of musings and meditations on beer. Any long-time follower of Buzzards Bay Brewing will know that I have a love affair with grain. Amidst a brewing world infatuated with the use of abundant hops, brewers like us are not rare but are undoubtedly underrepresented. We purposefully avoided brewing hoppy styles,…
Under the Hill Part 6: a key to loneliness
To say I’m mildly kissed by paranoia is to say that the Empire State Building is a duplex or that the Boston Marathon is a lovely stroll. So, when I asked Bobbi to “pretend” to give me the vaccine, breaking 17 kinds of Federal law, she wasn’t surprised. I didn’t ask her so much as sit down,…
A Jug Named Miracle
Then the angel spoke to the women. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I know you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen.Matthew 28:5 I know of a man who, many years ago, bought a gallon jug of water. He wrote…
Under the Hill Part 5: bags and balls
“Look, Harry, stop it; we can’t fit another.” “Whaff?” came Harry’s muffled reply as eyebrows angled into concentration behind the paper mask. Every muscle in his shoulders ached as they pitched the limp, cold black trash bag into the waiting garbage truck. “I’ve had it, Harry. I’m 24 coffees into a 36-hour day, you can’t pay…
Under the Hill Part 4: under the hill
Jim got home after shopping and checking the mail (nothing but some legal firm hoping he’d slipped a banana peel). Jim followed systematic patterns. Park the Ford F150 twelve and one-half inches from the edge of the lawn. Count to three and open the door. Gather the groceries (tidily tucked into two tattered and faded blue eco-friendly bags with…
Under the Hill Part 3: work boots and red hair
George Foreman clambered into the Huey like a man whose parents hadn’t expected their boldly named child to stand barely 5’0″ in work boots. Years of mockery accompanied his awkward ascent into the roar of rotating blades. He’d become something of a solemn, severe man who fit today’s mission like a tuxedo on Bond. The world…
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