WORKING WATERFRONT, NEWPORT, RI

The Newport of my youth was a working waterfront. fishing boats, commercial boats and yachts co-existing side by side in the same water and the same docks.

Today, the is not a shred of evidence of this life.

SAILING THROUGH LIFE

This is in response to those who asked:”Who are you?” It is a least a dimension.Boats have always been a part of my life. Naturally interwoven with the story of Newport.

LOOKING FOR AMERICA (UNEDITED)

Quickly done and I should wait to publish it; however I am rather pleased with the way it is coming together. I will post a finished copy later.

WHO IS WALKING THE DOG?

One of those vignettes of life. We were to meet Stefan at a coffee shop in Silverlake in Los Angeles. We arrived a little early; I dropped Bernadette and went to park the car. When I arrived at the coffee shop Bernadette had already engaged someone in conversation. The woman had a dog named “Emily”.  While the coffee shop had a dog friendly policy there was a man who clearly was disturbed by Emily; especially when she became excited over the attention she was getting.  I suggested I take Emily for a walk to let her calm down. When I returned with Emily, it was clear that Stefan was in another part of the coffee shop and we had not seen him. However one of Stefan’s friends saw me walking Emily and said: “Isn’t that your father? and does he have a dog? ”

 

EMILY AND BERNADETTE
EMILY AND BERNADETTE