Looking To Twenty-One

We're in the final hour, if I've timed this right, of the most memorable, awful, scary, weird, frustrating, infuriating year of our lives. Midnight absolutely can't get here soon enough. Springsteen warns about that kind of thinking, about rooting on tomorrow to come while missing out on today: My soul checked out missing as I… Continue reading Looking To Twenty-One

A Trip

Road trips, once long ago in my flat, dusty Delaware boyhood, held a special, almost spiritual promise. Getting away -- to the beach, to the mountains, on vacation, to Arizona as a young man, just anywhere, really -- was everything to me. It was the stuff of Springsteen (Together we can break this trap/We'll run… Continue reading A Trip

Quarantine Reflections

Years from now, when we're squeezed hip-to-hip into a stadium somewhere, or we're side-shouldering our way through a party, or jammed into a vestibule waiting to be seated at a noisy restaurant, these past few months will be little more than a gauzy, annoying tic in our collective minds, to be brushed away and left… Continue reading Quarantine Reflections

Whifffff

This week, in a normal world, I'd be throwing my sticks into the back of the car, snagging the biggest Coke Zero I could wrap my fingers around, and motoring off toward South Carolina and my annual golf trip with my brothers. We've recently established, though -- by we, I mean everybody -- that this… Continue reading Whifffff

Moving On

We churn along in this endless cycle, waking up, zombie-ing through the days, eating, sleeping, repeating, repeating, repeating ... (Wait a second. I've been told -- by my partner in pandemic, my compatriot in Covid circumvention, the disease-dodging doyenne of the Donovan-DiLonardo household ((my wife, Mary Jo)) -- that my posts during this coronavirus lockdown… Continue reading Moving On

Our House

We have been house-hunting for what seems like years now. Looking for that Next Stop on our life's tour. Dreaming of a somewhat smaller, quite a bit cooler place, in a hip town a little farther from the cul de sac and suburban sprawl that we've been mired in -- happily, I will say, but… Continue reading Our House