One of the perks of my work is that I’m able to interview some excellent musicians and attend some excellent shows with some excellent people playing excellent music.
The towel, I’m going to assume, fell from the rack this morning as The Blonde Woman and The Gray-Haired Man were hurrying to get ready for work—harrowed as they often are at 6:30 a.m. while I snooze on their bed—and failed to notice the towel on the tiled floor.
I have a new excuse not to start the novel I’m planning to write: The Pats won, and I won a few bets on DraftKings. I can’t write today, I need to celebrate.
It’s a sad statement on where we are as a state, and a nation, that on the night before Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday, The Granite Post breaks a story about a state representative endorsing segregated schools in New Hampshire in a private group chat on Signal.
There are few albums in a person’s life that change the way they listen to music. “Grace” was one of those albums for me. When I first listened to it, I thought my ex-girlfriend was taunting me, rubbing it in my face as Buckley rendered sonic heartbreaks with tunes like “Last Goodbye” and “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over.”
One of my favorite activities of the holiday season is watching “The Twilight Zone” marathon on the SYFY Channel, which begins at 5 a.m. on New Year’s Eve and runs through New Year’s Day. This year, I sacked out on the couch for 14 straight hours and have exactly zero regrets about it.
On Dec. 29, at the Bishop McVinney Auditorium in Providence, R.I., the Providence Fire Department Training Academy graduated its 57th class. There were 16 trainees in the class, one of whom was my son, Owen.
Granted, morality is not always black and white, and plenty of people prefer to not “conform” to society’s standards and expectations. However, being a non-conformist does not absolve a person from being a “decent” human being.
Like many of my fellow Gen X’ers, I once watched the 1996 film “Swingers,” starring Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau, with religious fervor.
About a month ago, my son officially moved to Rhode Island to attend the Providence Fire Academy, making it the first time in the 24 years that my wife and I have been together that we don’t have a child living in the house with us.