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Tag Archives: Scotland
Wednesday’s twilight anthem
The Jupiter’s Beard is fanned-out pornographic in our front yard, exposed to the root. And the grass is so dead, it’s what Gregg Allman’s beard must have looked like before he died, the same gold-straw color, drawn out thick. It’s … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, musings, prose, travel
Tagged Gregg Allman, Maxfield Parrish, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, prose, Scotland, sense imagery, travel, William Pearse writer, writing
19 Comments
The last of the 8 o’clock sunsets
The clouds are dragon tongues, painted Nordic boats and they blow me back to Scotland, to the fall, to shrill winds and leafless trees, to the comfort of wool and soup, smoked fish, and sleep. Now the shrubs are shriveled, … Continue reading
A day in the life, a life in the day
29 Nov 16: Tuesday, got home from work, really felt like a man, spit in the toilet, regarded my slacks, my pose, thought I should heat the hot tub for later. Realized how petty I was and didn’t care, gloating … Continue reading
Posted in musings
Tagged Beatles, Dan Hicks, Day in the Life, identity, mid-life crisis, prose, Scotland, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer
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Frou-frou foxes in midsummer fires
I dropped the kids off at theater camp with the other awkward-looking children not cut out for sports, pale and withdrawn, future artists: and Charlotte’s outfit, a riot of stripes and patterns — she’s still doing that thing where she … Continue reading
Posted in musings, parenting, travel
Tagged backpacking, Cocteau Twins, creative nonfiction, Memoir, Scotland, theater, William Pearse writer
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American family of expats braces themselves for Storm Abigail in Scottish flat with beer and leek soup, candles
Maybe it’s a tribal thing or instinct, but when a blogger friend from Bristol warned me of heavy winds forecast for where we’re staying in western Scotland, I snapped into action. I pulled my wife aside, who was in another … Continue reading
Posted in musings
Tagged 80s cable, American media, expats, fear and paranoia, humor, media, musings, NOAA, Oban, Scotland, the weather channel, travel, UK travel, Y2K
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‘A shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore’
It has the feel of a wet campground, all the smoke and everything damp, watching the Guy Fawkes 5th of November fireworks and bonfire display here in Inverness, the largest festival of its kind in northern Scotland, because I have … Continue reading
Posted in travel, writing
Tagged Carl Jung, Guy Fawkes, humor, Inverness, Memoir, Orkney islands, Scotland, Scottish Highlands, Scottish history, Starbucks, Synchronicity, The Police, travel, TS Eliot, writing
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‘Tight framing of shots,’ 1974
It’s like I’m caught on flypaper, trying to leave the Scottish bar: they’re on to me, an American tourist here for a week, all of them asking questions. It starts with the old guy and his dog who’s sniffing my … Continue reading
Posted in humor, travel
Tagged Autumn, European travel, expats, foodie, haggis, humor, Loch Ness, Memoir, Monty Python, Nick Drake, Scotland, Scottish independence, The Clash, traveling with kids
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