The Devil's Gift

I just finished watching “The Beatles: Get Back”. It’s too damn long! And yet not long enough.

I don’t like half the people I love.

The world is doing better than it has for a long time.

When it comes to peace, I’m a hopeful pessimist. I don’t expect the advent of peace anytime soon.

Doom and gloom fills the news these days. So it’s a good time to light the Advent candle of hope and call to mind signs of hope.

This Thanksgiving I will thank my lucky stars for the chance to know Benita Keller, to witness her bodacious life and beautiful work.

Last Saturday I saw my grandfather’s tombstone for the first time. Jacob Tremba died in 1922 at the age of 53, leaving a wife and 10 children behind.

Part 1 ended with the Dalai Lama standing on my porch.

The devil paid me a visit this week. He’d let himself in. (The devil never knocks.)

Last Sunday evening Paula and I sat on a small balcony outside our third-story room at the Waterside Inn in Chincoteague watching the sun sink slowly over the bay.