Of all the challenges posed by closing down Aberdeen and opening up Boston, clearing the…
Changing Lives 8: Welcome Home
A young cousin Helen paid me a supreme compliment this past January as I laid out my plans for moving from Aberdeen, Maryland, to Boston, Massachusetts. She was thrilled to hear that we’d be, for all intents and purposes, neighbors and she described me as “the fun...
Changing Lives 7: There Should Be A Way If There Is A Will
They say it takes nine months to bring a baby into the world and nine months to see a person on to the next. There are reasons for that. Probate requires that the opening of an estate be advertised to overlooked children and random creditors. Fair enough, I have...
Changing Lives 6: I Heard It In IKEA
It was a long day. I rose somewhere before five to drive back to Maryland. Managed to get onto the Massachusetts Turnpike making only a single, not terrible problematic, error. The drowsies hit just after crossing into Connecticut so I found the empty parking lot in...
Changing Lives 5: A Place For Everything
I spent the night on brother Tim’s borrowed air mattress. Such a useful thing. Got cold though. Had just the one blanket and needed to fetch a pair of socks during the wee hours. Come morning I walked to the nearest Starbucks, over at the airport, for a latte and a...