Under the Castor Oil Tree
Tuesday, September 30, 2014

watching Bern in the yard

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I watched her on and off for two hours, from cloudy daylight to almost dark. I have no idea what she was doing--well, actually, I do, she ...
Monday, September 29, 2014

odd day

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It was cloudy and heavy all day. Not quite right for late September. But then, nothing's quite been right this year. Winter was too co...
Saturday, September 27, 2014

Fireflies, Nintendo, bug zappers, my cat Catherine, and other cosmic thoughts

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Every month for 21 years, I wrote an essay for 'The Outrider', St. John's in Waterbury's monthly newsletter. My essay was ca...
Friday, September 26, 2014

buying a suit

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I need a new suit for Mimi's wedding. The problem is this: it's been so long since I bought a suit that I'm rather lost at sea...
Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Captain is leaving the ship

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My father was in New York City, waiting to ship out to Europe in the second World War. People couldn't do enough for the troops, so some...
Wednesday, September 24, 2014

From hitting kids to hitting Obama

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The latest tempest in a teapot haunting our president is that he got off a helicopter in New York City this morning and saluted the service ...
Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Nearly the last word I have on adults hitting kids....

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Actually, it's not 'my' word at all. It's my friend, Fred's. Then, actually, it's not Fred's word either--it com...
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Under The Castor Oil Tree
some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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