A birthday, a bat in the kitchen and BOE meetings
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning … I will have returned to the classroom after three weeks or so of quarantine and it was like the old saying, climbing back…
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Ice skating at Rockwell. How about that!
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning the snow will have stopped, even earlier on Saturday, and while there is new precipitation just over the horizon on Monday, there is no…
A verdict and life goes on, but wouldn’t have been nice if …
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will have spent every available moment listening to the second impeachment of the former president. (And of course, we all know the verdict.) It…
A Super Bowl and more of the same
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, with the Super Bowl on the horizon one of the big issues that arose in family texts was whether to root for Tom Brady…
Civil discourse here at home
By David Fortier First, some musing about the national scene. Despite the constant reiteration from the national media, I don’t think we are as divided a country as reported. Get…
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…
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…
Not at all typical, but Christmas just the same
By David Fortier The Fortier clan celebrated a socially distanced, outdoor gift exchange on Christmas Eve in lieu of our annual Christmas celebration. The youngest son set up tables on the…
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…
Looking back at the Spanish Flu of 1918 and Bristol
By Rit Carter The morning of Sunday September 1, 1918, started like many did in the City of Bristol. Employees at Lake Compounce readied the park for a performance of…
No, I don’t have a picture
By David Fortier No, I don’t have any pictures. But they have been here, right in my backyard–a couple of deer and a large brown and white winged hawk. The…