Some of our friends here are classmates, so they may have already shared their stories… In the Spring of 1978, I was a student at Harvard Business School, commuting to the campus in Boston (right – not Cambridge!) from our house in Billerica, Massachusetts. On this Monday, there was a serious snow storm forecast. This…
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Suprise Me
Blizzard of 1978
Prompted By Snowy Days
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Some of our friends here are classmates, so they may have already shared their stories… In the Spring of 1978, I was a student at Harvard Business School, commuting to the campus in Boston (right – not Cambridge!) from our house in Billerica, Massachusetts. On this Monday, there was a serious snow storm forecast. This…
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I Yam What I Yam
Prompted By Is Where I’m From Who I Am?
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I Yam What I Yam By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2023 So, ya wanna know if where I’m from defines me? Well buckle up, cuz here comes a geography lesson straight outta Beantown. First off, let’s get this straight: I ain’t some Hallmark movie character where my hometown paints a quaint mural on my…
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Long Long Time
Prompted By Pandemic Summer
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It has been nineteen weeks since we first started trying to "flatten the curve." How are we doing? Results are mixed.
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A Regular Ray Bradbury
Prompted By The Twilight Zone
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An Example of Resistance
Prompted By Scouting
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“We are your bad conscience,” said one of the leaflets. “Everyone wants to exonerate himself from his share of the blame … But it cannot be done: everyone is guilty! guilty! guilty!”"
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Somewhere Out There
Prompted By Reconnecting
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I met Ellen in the summer of 1968 when we were both working at the McCarthy for President national campaign headquarters.
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Alone on Mother’s Day
Prompted By Mother’s Day
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Mothers are dead. Children are far away, one overseas who celebrates mothers in March, so may not know when Mother’s Day occurs here in the United States. Husband is on Martha’s Vineyard. I am alone with my thoughts. It doesn’t matter, but there is no one to fêtê me, no one with whom to celebrate.…
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“All the News That’s Fit to Print” Should Still Be in Print
Prompted By Newspapers
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Of Shoes–and Ships–and Sealing Wax
Prompted By Poetry
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I eat my peas with honey,
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on my knife. --Gelett Burgess
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What Do We Do Now
Prompted By Disasters
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I remember watching as the husband and wife quietly looked inside that envelope, and saw they had tears in their eyes as he said, "We don't know what to say. I am embarrassed and ashamed that I have put my family through this.“
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