Where the Sidewalk Ends

[You may have seen this post on Substack. Explanation at the end.] I thought of this 150 yr old farmhouse and the land around it as my story for life. Then life says maybe not. That was Fragments One. I…
[You may have seen this post on Substack. Explanation at the end.] I thought of this 150 yr old farmhouse and the land around it as my story for life. Then life says maybe not. That was Fragments One. I…
? On the very positive side of “why this writing space gets no love” of late, as I wrote recently on Substack, the coming of spring and summer has been liberating! The landscape beyond beckons me through the sliding doors,…
I was watching The Crown yesterday while eating my usual and customary lunch apple. A line from the script grabbed my attention. It was spoken by the frail and apparently dying sister of Admiral Mountbatten as she languished in her…
This spaghetti might not stick to the proverbial wall, but I’m slinging it anyway. And I’m telling anybody that’ll listen. Old dog: new tricks? So often at Fragments, the image has been the story; the memory; the point of the…
You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore June 11, 2002 It was just a couple of days before my much-anticipated travels Out West to see our daughter. I was in the bedroom fretting over the details of the trip. Ann called…
Had coffee with a friend recently–a few years my senior–who showed me a picture on his phone. I recognized it as a raven. He said it was a tattoo. His own. He described the recent decision and related experience in…
I posted this morning over at Substack where the friction is less than here in WordPress. You can go there and read my musings about diets and digestion, with more to come about bugs for breakfast in your own bowl…
A Multidimensional Quantum Orchestra Between our Ears? TL; DR :: Offering just below the drive-through window for those who have to keep moving on a Friday. Following—the summary of the A QUANTUM COMPUTER BRAIN, created by the GhostReader AI function…
The three pounds of pink pudding we carry in our cranium has to be the most researched and debated organ in the (known) universe. If you follow the visible tip of the iceberg (the part I post somewhere public) you…
If you don’t know where it is you want to go, you’re not going to know when you get there. After so many years when this website was either neglected by the writer, ignored by readers or sabotaged by hackers…
I could not resist the alliteration, even though this you-wanna-piece-of-me Osprey (from Sarasota 2017 visit) is the baddest bird I could find in my limited ornithographic collection. Yes I made up a word. So sue me. I did have a…
Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash I asked a GPT4 model this question and got the answer below. For giggles. Actually, I hope to write on this topic soon, and some of these points are helpful points for directions one…
The wife and I are living under the jurisdiction of a new Energy Domain: new to solar panels, new to heat pumps and new to Generac propane generators. We are not so new to power outages, and wondering about “best…
TOOLS TO MEET OUR NEEDS We create tools to work for us: to dig foundations, to hoist steel girders for bridges, to record our words and thoughts for others or capture a likeness of another in a silver emulsion of…