Elegies of Joy: Ray Kohler, 72: He made ‘Ray Stories’ a thing in Manchester
read more…: Elegies of Joy: Ray Kohler, 72: He made ‘Ray Stories’ a thing in ManchesterRay Kohler died on May 7, 2020, at 72, a veteran, a father, a grandfather, a husband.
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Kamala Harris vibe in NH: Strong, vibrant and powerful
read more…: Kamala Harris vibe in NH: Strong, vibrant and powerfulThe vibe, mercifully in an air-conditioned space, for U.S. Sen. Kamala Harris felt vibrant, felt young, felt interested, felt colorful. I recognized quite a few people I know and felt very much the same vibe I’ve felt at Buttigieg, at Warren, at Booker: Smart, hipster, educated.
Joe Biden in Dover: A man like the ‘everything drawer’
read more…: Joe Biden in Dover: A man like the ‘everything drawer’The vibe of Joe Biden in Dover on Friday, July 12 at Castaways Restaurant and Lounge felt a lot like the drawer I have in my house we call the “everything drawer.”
Marianne Williamson’s Vibe: Gracious, kind, intelligent – did I mention kind?
read more…: Marianne Williamson’s Vibe: Gracious, kind, intelligent – did I mention kind?Williamson wore killer heels and spoke on the porch of a home so lovely I gasped while walking up the driveway. Sitting on the banks of the Piscataqua River, a breeze blew and the crowd listening to Williamson looked like models from a J. Crew catalog; I felt like I was at a really great wedding – made even better with no gifts or bride.
Pete Buttigieg’s Vibe: Hopeful, vibrant — I did my homework early
read more…: Pete Buttigieg’s Vibe: Hopeful, vibrant — I did my homework earlyThe vibe of the night felt safe, felt confident, felt orchestrated and contrived. Pete did not mention the name of the current leader of the free world, provided only subtle digs at Republicans, and offered nourishment to a very thirsty crowd.
Decoding the Vibe: Make America What Again, Andrew Yang?
read more…: Decoding the Vibe: Make America What Again, Andrew Yang?The last time I waited to meet up with a guy in a bar on a Friday night was probably 1992. Last night, I waited for presidential candidate Andrew Yang at Portsmouth’s Gas Light Bar and I felt as young as I did in ‘92; I am tempted to join the Yang Gang.