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Rise up this mornin’, smiled with the risin’ sun, three little birds pitch by my doorstep
I was able to go to college and stay there, all four years, thanks to a combo platter of financial aid: a tuition reduction from Reed College, a Pell grant, student loans, and the work-study program, which meant that I worked a certain number of hours per week in the...
We’ll go fishin in the crawdad hole, honey, baby mine
The other day, a Flat Rate Priority box of 2 dozen oysters arrived from Cape Cod. Beau, a college acquaintance turned Facebook friend and fellow food lover, had gathered them himself near Wellfeet, where he lives. When he’d posted a general offer to send oysters for...
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing
I lived in New York City for twenty years. By the time I left and moved up here, my entire being felt as if it had shaped itself around the familiarity of urban life, so completely I hardly noticed any of it -- traffic noises, sidewalks full of crowds, garbage trucks...