Recent content by tshandy

My pension. Then they could live without working while they're still young enough to enjoy life.

I was twelve, browsing through the Morgan Memorial, a vast collection of used clothing and assorted junk in Boston. I saw a typewriter, old, very big, clearly from an earlier technological era. I didn't know how to type, but the thing seemed to me beautiful and somehow meaningful. It was eight...

Flavor, yes, but the flavor of coffee isn't the flavor of sweet coffee.

Cranberry juice and coffee here. I've been told I should drink the coffee black, but I haven't been able to give up the milk and sugar.

My wife

I'd like to see Las Vegas. I don't gamble, but from what I've seen in pictures, the glitter is overwhelming. I think it may be the strangest place on earth.

It was a 1936 Dodge, shift on the floor. It leaked and burned oil, part of the floor was rusted out, and I had to park it on the hill, because it needed a rolling start. it cost me fifty bucks. It got me to Waltham to see my girlfriend, and that's all that mattered.

Remember I remember brick-and- board bookcases, Ripple wine, platform shoes, double-breasted suits. I'm really old.

Thanksgiving in Boston's West End in the 1940's: Of course there was a turkey, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes, but the star of the meal was Ma's cake, expertly frosted with the score of the Latin-English game on the top. I went to Boston Latin School and my brother went to English High...