History — and things go on as they always do
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, our little TBE gang will have gathered at Jack’s house, wearing masks; at least one of us will phone in. At Jack’s we will…
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The longest week–or maybe just one more
By David Fortier The week dragged on, in some way three weeks long rather than one, and I can’t help thinking it had as much to do with coronavirus and…
Still looking for the words
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning I still did not have the words for what happened on Wednesday. They, the words, will come eventually, but in the meantime, I am…
The week brings bright spots amid more testing
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will have had my 6th test for Covid. There have been several exposures at school, and then the most recent one, where people…
Ballot arrived by mail. How about that!
By David Fortier The ballot was right there in the mailbox. I realize not everyone will be receiving one this time around. But that will change this coming November when…
Postseason blues
By Jim Greenleaf At best, the Red Sox World Series victory ran very hollow down here in football country. It’s just not geography. The Astros fans did not fare any…
The name might ring a bell
By Jim Greenleaf Close to the Gulf of Mexico in Galveston, Texas, where Broadway meets the seawall is a tiny shotgun house which was the childhood home of Jack Johnson,…
Pokemon Go lights up Memorial Boulevard
By David Fortier Like fireflies, the cell phones flit off and on along Memorial Boulevard down by the Vietnam Veterans walk. Cell phones are what people are using to catch…