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    I have just spent twenty minutes deleting a few of the hundreds of blog comments that are posted to his blog by trolls or spammers or ahetever they are called. It is so frustrating and there seems no way to block them.

    So I hope you'll bear with me and ignore, if you can, the menaingless and annoying comments...they seem to reappear as fast as I hit DELETE.

     

    It is a gorgeous fall day in Maine and on Monday Howard and I will head off by car to Quebec, where we'll spend the follwing few days exploriing and walking and, oh dear, probably eating too much.

    I am taking a lot of work with me in my head, though not on my computer, which will remain at home.  Currently I am putting together something that I hope will eventually be a collaboration with a very fine illustrator (remaining nameless at the moment), and also the beginnings of a play which will be a collaboration with a for-now nameless theater director, as well as a ...enough. I'm not going to talk about any of the rest of it. But my brain is very busy.

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  • Summer ending

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    Every year this happens: Fall comes too soon. Here in Maine of course, Fall is spectacular. But still, it means another summer has come to an end.

    I have never gotten the calendar on this website to work properly so I have not been able to post the dates of speaking engagements (which, incidentally, are fewer each year as I get older..80!.. and find travelling a little more arduous) 

    Nonetheless, here is what is coming up:

    York County (Maine) Community College on October 7th.

    Fort Myers, Florida (performances of THE GIVER at Florida Rep) Nov 5-6.

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  • Small Town Maine

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    On Saturday morning, Howard and Alfie and I stood on the side of the road and watched the Old Home Days parade in the tiny town of Lovell, Maine (population just over 1000)  There is something nostalic and charming about such events: the aged VFW guys, the float with a handful of Girl Scouts, the solitary man in a kilt, playing bagpipes. And on the sidelines, with their folding chairs and leashed dogs, the townspeople: a combinaton of year-round residents and "summer people"...some of the latter with famous and recognizable faces.

    And here is the Center Lovell Market, where you can get a NY Times or an egg salad sandwich and maybe stand in line at the cash register behind Stephen King.

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  • Poor Bucky

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    Some years ago, my brother, a doctor, gave my grandson a human skeleton for his 13th birthday.  The same grandson will be 19 next month and his interests have moved on to other things, some of them better off unidentified.  Bucky (for so the skeleton is named, for reasons I have forgotten) now lives in my office, wearing a baseball cap.  I ignore him, mostly. My office is the place where I work, a place of solitude, and if I thought about Bucky too much I would feel his presence and that I should speak to him now and then. And what does one say to a skeleton? "Nice-looking tibia, mister!"??   No, it is better to ignore him.

    But maybe now I should comment, at least to offer sympathy, because today I have noticed that a piece of a bone has come loose. I think it may be his right patella. It was on the floor by his feet, as if he had dropped it inadvertantly, and so I picked it up and put it there on his seat cushion. I don't know what my next step should be. Is an anatomist going to happen to stop by and offer to glue it back on? Not likely.  I guess it will remain there, between his femurs, and I will have to think of the whole thing as a kind of still life.  Bucky with Bone Chip is the title, in the manner of Tin Pitcher with Chysnthemums on a small bronze label in the Cezanne room at the Musée D'Orsay.

    I arrived at my summer home, an old farm in western Maine (where Bucky lives year-round) to find that the stove doesn't work because there has been no delivery of propane, (remedied by a phone call), and there was no electricity in the dining room because the contractor working on that side of the house had discnnected it while he drilled and scarped (remedied by an email), and the underground electric fence is not working because the landscapers had cut through the wire as they seem to do at the begining of every summer; but fortunately the dog—who  memorized the electric fence when he arrived here at age 4 months and he is now eleven years old—doesn't know that it isn't working.  So I am not too concerned about it, and the fence people will be here next week for repairs.

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  • Remembering army posts Featured

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    Perhaps it is coincidental, but on Memorial Day weekend Howard and I went by boat to Great Diamond IsIand in Casco Bay (Maine) and stayed at the Inn at Diamond Cove for a brief (chilly, rainy, but cozy) time.

    I say coincidental because I had not been there before and had not known...until we arrived...that the Inn is actually a military barracks, re-purposed beautifully on an abandoned army post from the late 19th century.  The officers' homes are now privately owned, encircling the old Parade Ground.

    All of this kind of geography was so familiar to me, having spent so much of my young life connected to military installations: Schofield Barracks (Honolulu), Carlisle Barracks (Pennsylvania), Washington Heights (Tokyo), Governors Island (New York), and Fort MacPherson (Atlanta). The big brick houses encircling the open space. The subsidiary buidings: the PX and commissary, the adminstration building, the infirmary, the barracks where the soldiers were housed.  There was a little schoolhouse, which reminded me of the small school my brother attended on the base at Governors Island (older kids, teenagers like me, went to boarding schools, or (like me) to a private school in the city,reached each day by boat and subway) And it brought back the feeling of freedom (kids could..and did... run loose, quite safe) combined with rigorous discipline (5 PM. The sound of the cannon, and the bugle playing Retreat.  Everyone stopped and stood at attention as the flag was lowered each evening)

    There was always the stigma of being an "Army brat" if we lived in a place where we attended the local schools with the civilan kids...being the "other" in a place where we were transient, and the local kids would be in the same school system for their entire childhoods.They knew all the local slang, and where the hangouts were, and what the cool clothes were. And we...well, we had a cat named NEKO...because that's what a Japanese cat would be called; but the Pennsylvania kids had cats named Boots or Fluffly, which was so...ah, American.

    I loved my peripatetic childhood and adolescence.  Diamond Cove brought it back, and especially on Memorial Day weekend, when we were honoring our military memories.

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