The Redpaths had let us use the guest house in Ft. Myers Beach for a couple of the fall months as a sort of honeymoon present. The small, one-bedroom cottage was a great place to relax, cook, sort out our domestic roles, discuss the future we wanted (which, in retrospect SHOULD have been done earlier…
Growing up, I got to experience something that seems to have receded from modern life, if not disappeared — the Factory Tour. I was reminded of factory tours when Debi invited me to go see the TCHO Factory Tour on Pier 17 in San Francisco a few months back. It was interesting to sit on…
I was introduced to Fort Myers Beach, Florida, by the Redpaths, who had a family house, guesthouse and garage there, on a property that was right on the beach. I have visited them many times there during their wintertime visits (aka “snowbirds” heading south for the winter), my first visit being in March of 1970,…
Steph’s folks grew up in Maine and the culture of that state permeated their family life, even though Steph and her siblings spent their entire lives in Hamden, CT, where Steph’s father, Paul Kittredge, was a professor at Quinnipiac College. Steph’s mother, Maude Helson Kittredge, also grew up in Portland. So there were lots…
After the wedding, reception and honeymoon in July of 1971, I took a “leave of absence” from the New Haven Police and set off on a long road trip with Steph. I had NO IDEA what I wanted to do “when I grew up.” I knew the PD wasn’t for me, and I no…
On my “To Do” list is a rather daunting goal: “Move Into The Cloud by EOY 2012.” What I mean by that is to “dematerialize” my life as much as possible: to get rid of tangible personal property (of the sort stored in the garage!); to move family albums and other memorabilia online; to detach…
