17 April, 2014

Category Archives: Mike and Marleen

A Sixty-something Suddenly Gliding Gracefully on Life’s Best Edge

Can a life on blades begin at 60 (63, actually)? I am here this morning to report, emphatically, that it can. Great amusement — and inspiration — arrived early in 2013 for me when my cherished sixty-three-year-old pal Michael up in Portland, Maine, rang one evening to inform me of a most novel New Years […]

Inauguration Refugee: Long Weekending in Very Frozen America, for Coveted Hamstring Soreness

Over an extra long holiday weekend I watched a little bit of the start of the abbreviated NHL season, but mostly I spent it outside, in multiple layers, chasing pucks in the sumptuously crisp and frigid air of southern Maine. My friends for all forms of frozen fun, Mike and Marleen, arranged for me to […]

Seventh Game Aftermath Red Rockin in New England

8 Arlington St., Portland, Maine, 10:55 p.m. Wednesday night — very much Bs country.

Up North, Reconvened in a Perfect Circle of Puck Cheer

Part springtime sinus relief, part faith statement celebration: I am weekending in New England, where vestiges of winter are still to be found, supporting the Bears, the Caps, and the region’s craft beer culture, in the irreplaceable company of my puckhead pals Mike and Marleen. We were last united rather recently, over an elongated Presidents’ […]