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Jun
29
End Game Contest

No one aspires to Being Old.

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Aug
21
Observations on an Eclipse

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14
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Jul
29
Moose and the Mountain- a memoir of an old man

I saw them, just behind some trees. Initially, they just appeared in dark uniform shapes. I first thought them to be a couple of guys in dark jackets loitering on the trail, but in the cool of the evening, day hikers are motivated to move quickly to camp or a trailhead, not to socialize on a trail.

That morning, however, Maine was warm and clear in mid-September. Despite working all night, I decided to take a day hike. Just two hours north of Bangor, where I was working, lies the northern terminus of The Appalachian Trail on Baxter Peak. Not particularly well reasoned, I had decided ‘to do something’ literally as I pulled out of the driveway from the hospital. I turned right instead of left.

I got to the trailhead about 11:30...


Dec
20
Night Noises

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Dec
14
Harmattan Weather

The Harmattan started blowing a week ago. It starts subtly, barely noticeable in the rattle of falling leaves. The ridges in the distance are just a bit imprecise, an impressionist painting rather than a photograph. During the day, it is no cooler, the mid-nineties, but at night the temperature falls after midnight to a bone-chilling 64⁰F. I am not kidding. Living in concrete or rammed-earth constructions, heat insulation is a foreign concept. Fires are for cooking and not heating. No other fabric is available other than the gaudy, imaginatively printed batik-decorated cotton.

The Harmattan is a wind that blows from the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea during the dry season. The Sahara, super-heats during the day, creating a fixed high pressu...