This spring I decided, in a fit of fecundity, to plant a garden on my balcony. When I called my old buddy Don, an actual gardener by profession, to tell him my idea, there was at first a long pause in our conversation and then he just laughed and laughed. “Remember the Rose Bush?” heContinue reading “Just a bunch of radishes”
Author Archives: Paul Hughes
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up
Five minutes ago, I was feeling just tickety boo, thank you very much. Not a care in my little world to furrow the brow. I had just eaten a fantastic (if I do say so myself) salmon fillet with porcini risotto while watching the news in my living room. The sun was slowly setting onContinue reading “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”
Hats Off to Hats
I have never really given much thought to hats. In fact, if you were to ask me if I even liked hats, I would have to confess that, no, I don’t particularly. I much prefer a head barren of covering. I have always suspected that people who habitually wear hats must secretly be hiding something.Continue reading “Hats Off to Hats”
On Aging…
When I turned sixty (several years ago now) I promised myself that, from that day forward, I would do exactly what I wanted to do regardless of what anybody thought. Brave words. It takes bravery, or perhaps just bravado, to stand firmly opposed in the face of convention. Not that everything I choose to doContinue reading “On Aging…”
So why blog?
Okay, so here I am – 68 years old, somewhat rickety, somewhat tired, but still wanting to do…something. So what can I do at this age? Well, lots of things I suppose. I don’t think I can climb Everest or solve the climate change conundrum, or become a saintly philanthropist at this point. I noContinue reading “So why blog?”
Old Iron, Old Bones, and a Broken Can... 