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“It’s my first night sleeping in the kennel at Shelter 1 and it’s bright and pretty loud even at 10:24 p.m. I can hear the bulldog in quarantine howling and two dogs are in the outside part of their kennel barking at something in the woods. At 12:24 a.m. two of the dogs are pacing and nervou…

Last week our local pharmacy, Towne Pharmacy, here in Branford announced that they would be closing. The message sent a wave of sadness throughout our community. So many of us had gotten to know the proprietors and they, in turn, knew us. It was another example of how the passage of time, an…

In the 1630s the Saybrook Colony was named in honor of Lords Saye and Brooke, prominent Parliamentarians and holders of the colony's land grants. Artist Bill Dougal commemorated them in a drawing, imaginatively showing Lord Brooke drawing a caricature of Lord Saye. The premise is apropos for…

As a father, I have prided myself on my ability to answer my children’s questions, from the zany ones requiring quick thinking and an active imagination (while oftentimes driving an automobile) when they were wee ones to the increasingly challenging ones, familiar to many a ma or pop, as the…

As our in-law tiny house downsizing/saga continues our household has been taken over. Our daughter is on teacher-summer break. Our son-in-law leaves for work at 5 a.m. and our brilliant, beautiful and unbelievably funny 3-year-old granddaughter is our daylong entertainment.

Summer always reminds me of how much life has changed from my childhood. Growing up in a city neighborhood meant a summer filled with lazy days on your block or perhaps around the corner playing with some friends.

At this point in my life, I find that I actually do spend time thinking about the things I’ve done and those that remain on my bucket list.

A few years back I did a segment on my radio show about the summers of my youth and the various beach clubs that I’d either sneak into with friends or my parents would score a guest pass from theirs.

My dear friend and esteemed colleague, Dr. Nancy Cappello, passed away this past year, far too soon. The short version of that story is that Nancy died of the very late consequences of delayed diagnosis and treatment of her breast cancer. That delay resulted from the imaging challenges with …

The first time I ever met my stepfather-to-be doubled as the first time I ever dined at Bill's Seafood, a Westbrook staple nestled atop both Route 1 and the water.

I recently bought a new car and I love it. In had been using both my car and Angela’s car for the past year and it seemed foolish to keep both of them. While I had the option to keep Angela’s newer car and sell mine, I opted to trade both of them for a brand new model. It’s a really nice car…

After reading the article (May 3 ShoreLine Times) about Stony Creek Quarry's important role in laying the groundwork at the new Statue of Liberty Museum I went for a walk on the beach, came across this Whelk, and was inspired to do this...

Spring is my favorite season in the garden. It’s a little like lifting the cover from a winter scene; under all the dried and brown debris left from last year, little spots of green begin to emerge.

Sequential, societal trends in which first dietary fat and then dietary carbohydrate were vilified during recent decades have left dietary protein under an implied halo. The resulting infatuation is naïve, over-simplified, misguided and misleading. Other than that — it’s perfect.

I can still remember watching in amazement, a 5- or 6-year-old Tiger Woods swinging the golf club on the Johnny Carson show. He was almost like a miniature robot that was programmed to hit the ball without ever missing, time after time, on cue.

The other day, while I waited at the drive-thru window at the McDonald’s on the Branford Hill for my standard order of two plain cheeseburgers (one of which would be long gone by the time I even pulled out of the parking lot), my gaze was fixed on the buildings directly across the street, st…

The celebration of the Easter holiday recently, brings home how much your life changes after the loss of a spouse, especially a wife and mother who was always in the center of our family.

When I was just a child, I can remember listening to the radio every day. Programs were broadcast that everyone enjoyed listening to; soap operas and news during the day and musical and dramatic programs at night.

A few years back I wrote a column for the ShoreLine Times called Enough Said. I loved sharing my fits and family foibles with readers. A while ago I retired the column. Recently, during a very scary medical crisis, I encountered a reader who remembered and loved my writing. I thought that pe…