Mike Fink
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I grew up with “1001 Famous Poems,” a leather-bound collection of verses that was a gift from a school librarian to my dad. The volume contained an ode by Sir Walter Scott to the … more
Once upon a long time ago, in my boyhood, we burned firewood on our hearth here at home. Especially on Sunday evenings. We boys gathered sticks as kindling from the fallen branches of the … more
I’ve been going around saying “bad photos are better than good ones.” Now, what do I mean by that? Well, I came across piles of pictures my dad had taken, from a distance, while … more
He strolled around the block and noted the trees, the bugs, the birds and the beasts, and he kept a journal of seasonal surprises or reassurances. Scott J. Turner then turned his observations into a … more
I spend the summer months in a magical realm I call “Middlebridge” – it sounds like a mythical place resembling the title of an English novel of long ago, but it is a plain and … more
Our new year and Sukkot come early this year, since we are a moon community, not sun-worshippers. The moon is our neighbor, a pale pal fairly easy to reach in this century. That’s my … more
I’ve been trying to collect a few fine moments from this summer – with the pleasant prospect that August may add to my treasures. We spent an early June weekend in Chatham, on Cape … more
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when a broadcaster says, “here’s some Beethoven FOR YA!”  It’s that fake friendly intimacy I find condescending and all … more
“Moe” was born in London – in Whitechapel – in 1904.  His father had hiked across Europe, a “foot-goer” among a generation of migrating scouts in quest of work … more
In my school days, we had to learn poems by heart and then recite them by rote on the auditorium stage.  I remember Ralph Waldo Emerson’s ode to the month of May, “The … more
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