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The best compliment I’ve received as a writer: “Suffused with the tang of sagebrush and the hush of snowy east coast woods, it reads like some wondrous hybrid of Tom Wolfe’s The Right Stuff and Aldo Leopold’s A Sand County Almanac.” Helen Macdonald

My friend Paul DiNolo

Paul DiNolo died last month — he was 75. He was the only survivor of my hoodlum youth that i still see. i first met him when he came dow to Easton to play a cheesy little Farfisa electric organ for Richie Salvucci’s band. then, He was only 4 feet tall and wanted to be …

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At 75 ,Still Learning

 In this  machine I have at least 3000 images,  though despite their number they are  rarely the ones I want, Perhaps the problem is Parkinsonian “freezing’ – I tend to be almost  “locked’  into my uncomfortable chair for half the day, especially if i am stressed, unable to use even the laptop well- i am …

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Catching up and Remembering our Dead –

One from an early part of my life, and the other from later.I first met Paul DiNolo when I was thirteen in the basement of Richie Salvucci”s house, two houses up from my parents’ little  postwar tract house North Easton, 2o miles south of Boston. He was auditioning to play electric organ- he had brought …

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What I’m Doing

What I’m doing is going crazy. I want to update the blog and write two books. All I’m doing is nothing — I can’t type and I never could text. I   NEED to rejoin the Explorers Club, finish the projects I have going, and this post at least!  Anyone want to send help or money? …

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Self Explanatory

  Vanity compels me to add that I usually look better than THAT… And credit Constance for inventing the idea.

News; Jeff Nicoll

I got my old friend Jeff Nicoll down to help me with computers. That is not his specialty; he was the only cosmologist i knew at the time, and Phillip  Morrison’s fair haired boy, being groomed as the future head of the physics department. And then he became enamored of a set of equations that …

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A very short memory of Cormac McCarthy

I did not know him  well, but  I respected him,  as a writer and a human . I had met his his brother,   Denis Michael, through the surreal gun dealer Mike Evans, before I ever met Cormac. My visits were mundane and probably boring to a literary bystander- drinks at his favorite table in  Sant …

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