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Daydreaming on the Porch

by Oswego

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I’ve been trying to put together this entry for some days now, turning ideas for it over in my mind from time to time. But it didn’t really come together until today. It’s very late at night, but...


I’ve often thought I was born in the wrong century because of my lifelong fascination with life in the 19th century. Yes, I tell people, I know lives were lived in hard and terrible conditions i...


This past week was extremely stressful as I frequently checked weather sites online tracking the path of Hurricane Ian when it re-emerged into the Atlantic after devastating the west coast of Flo...


My latest copy of the excellent photographic publication, B&W Magazine, came the other day. As always, it is a treat to glance through the pages at the fine examples of black and white photog...


Coca-Cola Memories and Recollections of “The Good Old Days” Part 2 (see link to earlier entry below) Some of you may remember when six-ounce soft drinks in a bottle were commonplace. They could b...


He made the night a little brighter Wherever he would go
 The old lamplighter 
 Of long, long ago
 His snowy hair was so much whiter 
 Beneath the candle glow 
 The old lamplighter 
 Of long, lon...


The beach at high tide is an interesting place. The ocean encroaches gradually until all that’s left is a thin sliver of land between the dunes and the water. It is usually there at the farthest ...


Things go up and things go down, it’s as simple as that. Unknown author Yes, but my answer to that is, “When things go up, how long are they going to stay up, and when things are down, what can ...


It still seems unbelievable that Queen Elizabeth II died yesterday. Just two days ago she was receiving the new prime minister, frail, but standing, that famous smile radiant as always. What a r...


Once again I’ve been thinking about a really fascinating topic, namely, how technology has affected our lives in the past years 25 years. What do we do differently now as opposed to then? Turns...


There are times when I feel most connected to life in the awareness of fleeting experiences that come to me in little epiphanies during the day. It doesn’t matter where I am. They are predicated ...


I attended my first ABBA (Addictive Book Buyers Anonymous) meeting tonight. And I thought I was bad off? There were people there who were ordering books on Amazon while others were giving their ...


If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake These days I can much more fully understand why people take drugs or mind-altering su...


Who can think of this time of year without recalling bittersweet memories of September pending, and a new school year looming abead after the blissful abandonment of summer? I remember counting ...


When we record our lives in journals, we become storycatchers. We believe that the ordinary stories of our ordinary lives have extraordinary gifts coded within them–for the one speaking and for t...


It’s hard for me to believe now, but for 25 years I had daily access to Charleston’s intoxicatingly charming and fascinating historic district. The former family homestead where my mother lived i...


Basically, I’ll put it bluntly. I don’t know what I would have done over the years without frozen TV dinners. I’ll start at the beginning. Back in the 1970s. My favorite early TV dinner was Swa...


Growing up in suburban NewOrleans in the 60s we always subscribed to the two local papers then, The Times-Picayune, the morning and Sunday paper, and the afternoon States-Item. Yes, there actuall...


…Recalling idealized memories from past happy times is associated with feelings of warmth, yearning, longing, desire, and wistful affection… [But] a common view is that nostalgia keeps people stu...


I think it’s the moral equivalent of a war crime… The consequences of what they’ve done are just almost unimaginable Al Gore UK climate scientist Bill McGuire finally tells the full truth that ...


The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. Henry Miller If we could see the miracle o...


I can still recall, with the help of my journal, an experience from about 15 years ago at work which set off a cascade of memories about my school days. I was at a local middle school, at a resc...


It’s probably been more than ten years now since I’ve driven to a place way out in the country to do some walking and take pictures of an abandoned house, surrounded by old oak trees and set ap...


It’s been over a month now since we finalized the sale of Mom’s house, our “family homestead” for the past 25 years. I was there frequently, living there for 10 years while I was taking care of m...


I’m in a no-man’s land state of mind tonight. A bit numb. Peaceful, but sort of lost and indifferent to everything just now. It’s 3:30 am. I’m thinking about a lot of things. For instance, the...


Book Description

Short essays from the interior of my life.