I saw a raccoon on my street on the way home from klezmer tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one. They were decimated by rabies about fourteen years ago. For several years before that we used to see them very often.
There have been a couple of recent posts about unintended meanings of product names (see Unfurnished Brooklyn for one and a link to the other) which reminded me of this van that Arlene and I saw in New Brunswick probably twelve years ago: I guess it means something else in Acadian French.
On Friday evening we had Anne & Matt and Charley, Nicole, & Emma over for dinner for the first night of Rosh HaShanah. We ate early so Anne & Matt could get to Casco at a reasonable hour (and even so it would only have been reasonable at their age) and so Emma could get […]
