If you know me at all, you know that there is one person in the world for whom I would do anything, give anything, fight anyone anywhere anytime, my daughter Bridgete. And you know that I live in Portland Oregon and she lives in Boston (well technically Quincy) Massachusetts. And you know that I hate it most of the time, but I accept that it is the way things have to be right now. Until something happens like last night. My phone rings and I hear the strains of Van the Man Morrison singing Brown Eyed Girl - our song. Bridgete and I have a informational urgency structure. We need to communicate something, but an answer isn't necessary or at least not right away - email. We need to communicate and an answer or response is needed, but not urgent - text message. We need to communicate NOW - phone. Lately, the phone has been good stuff. I wanted to hear your voice or I needed to laugh with you or something really great has happened. So I answered quickly. There is nothing mor
A collection of musings and writings on my life, my loves, my movies, my friends, my family. My view - from my couch.