It's convenient that our three sons all live in the same area south of Boston, but it's tricky to visit all three of them on the same trip because every two weeks they go to work for two weeks. They all work for the same tugboat company but their two weeks hitches overlap and it's rare that all three are home at the same time. To complicate matters, once a year they'll work three weeks on three weeks off to adjust the schedule so no one has to work six Christmases in a row. This schedule used to drive my mother "Coo-coo" and she only had two sons working on the tugs. We plan our trips at the point of overlap to be sure we see all three sons. This June we arrived at our youngest son Ned's home in Marshfield. Our oldest son Matt was also home and the middle son, Joe would be home in a week when his brothers will be gone to work. Ned turned 40 in May. He was adamant he didn’t want a party so his wife Victoria had to plan a secret party, k...
Looking for a pen during my stay at Hilton: Garden Inn, in Des Moines/Urbandale, Iowa, on this recent 4th of July 2026 road trip with my daughter, BJ, and her family, I awaited the arrival of two old old terribly old friends who I hadn't seen in real time for over two decades: 'Jeff' from where we used to live on Des Moines' East side; and 'Kerry,' an even older friend whom I met way back in 'Middle School,' in Minnesota-speak, (or as Des Moines locals call it, 'Junior High.') and their car driver, Kerry's son Pat, who I hadn't seen in the flesh for nearly four. Arranging an early morning meeting around his son's busy social schedule, Kerry asked Pat to drive him; and Jeff, who they would have to pick up first, then me, for an early morning breakfast at the Cozy Cafe , in nearby Johnston. Kerry told me he estimated they'd arrive around 8:20 am to 8:30 am. I didn't sleep very well. Truth was, I couldn't get my cellphone ...