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The White House is once again planning the Easter egg-rolling event that dates to 1878, during the presidency of Rutherford B. Hayes, soon after Congress outlawed playing games on the Capitol grounds. But this year there’s a change afoot that may alter the complexion of the event from a quaint and family-friendly gathering that could draw…
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I met Jimmy Jazwinski at sea in the summer of 1966. Or really, we met near Le Havre, France, on our way out to sea. We were each about nine and headed across the Atlantic on board the SS United States — a luxury ocean liner in her prime, with a capacity of about 1,900 passengers…
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“Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ’Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. “Old Marley was as dead…
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The recent death of my 18½-year-old sleek black cat Neville — a girl cat with a boy’s name — made me think of poor Walter, another sleek and almost entirely black cat I have cared for (and about) in my life.
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At my cluttered desk half an hour after sunrise on Nov. 6, I was scrolling through the morning’s dismal news reports when I saw them: Probably 20 Canada geese, in two fluid chevrons flying around the Middlesex Corporate Center on Broad Street and then past my third-floor windows and over my building. I can’t imagine…
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It’s been a dream of mine to hear Moby-Dick read out loud, from cover to cover, at one of the events held each year to celebrate Herman Melville’s Aug. 1 birthday. But life keeps interfering.
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Herb Caso’s black 1930 Model A Coupe looks just like the car my mother owned during college. Caso’s car has a rumble seat, as did my mother’s. (Ford offered rumble seats as options on some Model A’s from 1928 through 1936.) The original roof on Caso’s car was wood, as it was on my mother’s car,…
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It’s the hold music that gets me. Every time.
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My parents went shopping for a car on an early evening in the early 1960s, with light provided by the tail end of a sunset and the blazing overhead lamps on poles at the lot. The dealer told them the color of the station wagon they were looking at favorably was “Coral” – a delightful name…
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I will be sharing Christmas With “Billy,” a Setter
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