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Category Archives: Mike and Marleen
A Sixty-something Suddenly Gliding Gracefully on Life’s Best Edge
Can a life on blades begin at 60 (63, actually)? I am here this morning to report, emphatically, that it can. Great amusement — and inspiration — arrived early in 2013 for me when my cherished sixty-three-year-old pal Michael up … Continue reading
Inauguration Refugee: Long Weekending in Very Frozen America, for Coveted Hamstring Soreness
Over an extra long holiday weekend I watched a little bit of the start of the abbreviated NHL season, but mostly I spent it outside, in multiple layers, chasing pucks in the sumptuously crisp and frigid air of southern Maine. … Continue reading
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Seventh Game Aftermath Red Rockin in New England
8 Arlington St., Portland, Maine, 10:55 p.m. Wednesday night — very much Bs country.
Up North, Reconvened in a Perfect Circle of Puck Cheer
Part springtime sinus relief, part faith statement celebration: I am weekending in New England, where vestiges of winter are still to be found, supporting the Bears, the Caps, and the region’s craft beer culture, in the irreplaceable company of my … Continue reading
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