Douglas Munro was born in Vancouver to an American father and a British mother, and his family moved to the United States when he was a child. Under the naturalization laws of the time, his mother had automatically gained U.S. citizenship when she married his father,...
Welles Crowther was born in 1977, the oldest of three kids. From his youngest days, he worshiped his father Jefferson, a banker and longtime volunteer firefighter in the hamlet of Nyack, New York. Jefferson had a habit of always carrying a clean handkerchief or...
If this title seems familiar to Old-Time Glibs, it's because it is. I reached out to Animal some time back and received his permission to revive this series. Some posts will be timely, others dug out from the archives of history. Most every one will describe men who...
If anyone needs me, I'll be in my bunk -- rebooting the goose.
Anybody who's seen me on the weekend Zooms knows that I have a pond about forty feet from my back door. This being Florida, we have no shortage of frogs around the house during the rainy season. Plenty more live in the trees that surround the place on three sides....
Measuring up to a son lost in wartime
A few years back, I was tired of being ignored by my wife and I's two old, irascible cats. So I decided to acquire a male cat, which I'd heard was more likely to be affectionate and hang out with his person. Through pure happenstance and dumb luck, I blundered into...
In memorium.
Skritches, plz.
So it turns out that New Orleans has a pub crawl (not that it needs one). This particular street has law firms at either end, with seven bars in between. You pick up a card at Fleesum & Tick, get a square checked off when you have a cocktail at each bar, present...
Coming up.
Sometime in the mid-nineteenth century, King Ferdinand II of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies decided to go on safari in Africa. He killed a lion, an eland, and a hippopotamus, keeping the mounted heads for himself, and awarding the skins to three of his squires back...
Take flight.
On a moonless night some years ago, my friend Carlton Proulx jumped without warning from a speeding boat into a dark saltwater bay–outrageous behavior that I might have applauded had it not been my boat, my liability insurance, and my Coast Guard captain’s license...
A big family goes up against the yankee government and holds their own
Ornamental gardening doesn’t have to be difficult
Trying to take a little history home and grow it up
Tragedy and coincidence in four wars
Whereupon your humble author and The Bosslady make a return to the Golden Isles of Georgia.
Moar Shpip vacation!
In which we follow Shpip and The Bosslady through a couple of weeks of getting sand and salt spray in… everything.
Ocala, Florida wasn’t known for much back in the 1950s. No real natural resources if you don’t count the National Forest east of town, and while Silver Springs drew in some intrepid tourists back around the turn of the century, the attraction and its glass-bottomed boats weren’t exactly making the town a vacation destination.
Ah! Distinctly I remember