The Coyote

There is no way of relating the immensity of change over time, and a blog that reads from "now" backwards is worse than that. I suggest you scroll down to the bottom of this blog, then read upwards to understand…

A chilling walk on the beach. Temperatures in the teens (F) with a wind chill near zero. The waves whipping up a foam like the head of an Orval beer. Taylor is back in school after a week-long winter break…

Gray. Cold. And this will be the warmest day for a while. A distant gray sun squints through a bland gray sky above gray grass upon which a gray stop sign is perched. Even under an electron microscope (god! That…

A morning walk/jog to the beach. The tide was moderately low, so we could walk on the Sound Beach side of the beach, past the Daughters of Wisdom convent (all born between March and May, 1971), down to the old…

It took more than a half hour to clear the workbench for Lou's neck, then another forty-five minutes of sanding (400 grit dry, then with soapy water) and polishing (liquid chrome polish in lieu of No. 7 polishing compound) to…

I've discovered that the times logged in for these pages came out incorrectly. As I write this, it's 9:36 am. What will it say on the entry?

A good morning. Overcast, but mild. The usual delicious breakfast prepared by The…

So let's see if this works any better...This is xx-small. This is x-small. This is small. This is medium. And this is large.

8:19 pm - I don't like the layout of this blog. The column is too tight, and you can't read much at one time. Must find a better format! And as I write this, a gig at the Tiger Lily…

Getting my first web page in order, sorting through photos, writing out numerous outlines of what content I wish to use, etc. etc. etc.