This page is for occasional pieces on events from my past that may eventually become a memoir of sorts, which will please my daughter Kerry, who has been begging me for years to document some personal and family history.

January 15, 2020

As I approach my 79th birthday and somewhat reluctantly peek back at a life not always well-lived, I have to say that the last six years have been the best. I attribute the change to three events: selling my house, joining the Unity spiritual center, and quite unexpectedly falling into a wonderfully loving intimate relationship.

The house sale and move rate chapters of their own, as does the story of finding the perfect dwelling a mile away. The important point is that I now live in a place that truly feels like home, and for which I thank Spirit every day. And that leads to the second major event that has truly changed my life in a most profound way.

After a lifetime of studying and thinking about religion and spiritual concepts, I have finally found a spiritual home that fits my understanding of God, the universe, and where each of us fits into the picture. The modest little building that houses the Unity on Cape Cod spiritual center in Hyannis pulses with palpable spiritual energy. Its members comprise the warmest and most loving spiritual community I have known.

It was at Unity that I met Paula, a delightful widow who in many ways is as quirky and eccentric as I, but in different and complementary ways. We have been together three years now, and have settled into a most comfortable relationship. We often drive each other to exasperation, but both of us have grown more loving and accepting from being together and confronting aspects of our personal behavior that needed to change.

Other things that have caused the last six years to feel so satisfying include two major consulting projects that I have completed for the town: developing a wastewater treatment plant for our burgeoning downtown and revising the Local Comprehensive Plan that I wrote with the first LCP Committee a dozen years earlier. Between these projects and my earlier work on several volunteer committees, I feel I have left a lasting legacy.

I have also been blessed with the opportunity to bring my executive management experience to bear at president of our condominium association. Working with a board of dedicated and intelligent managers, I have helped the community deal with several problems associated with aging structures and building consensus to solve those issues. The unit owners have responded with surprising support for our programs, even when those programs have entailed substantial costs.

Finally, I feel like I have found my voice through my writing. With publication of my personal narrative in 2012, I set out all the random thoughts and beliefs that had been rattling through my brain for many years. Continuing with my studies and reports for the town, and moving on to what has now become hundreds of opinion pieces and essays published in our local newspapers.

Our local weekly paper, the Bourne Enterprise, now pays me a small stipend to write a monthly column on anything related to Bourne. Our regional paper, the Cape Cod Times, has also published a number of my opinion pieces, including one that was picked up by former presidential candidate Marianne Williamson and posted on her Facebook page, where it received more than 1000 likes and loves, and more than 250 comments.

January 6, 2020

By 1995 I had become secure in my work with the Woods Hole, Martha’s Vineyard & Nantucket Steamship Authority, paid off my debt to the IRS, and bought a new Chevy Tahoe. I was ready to move up to buying a house with a shop and garden.

One of the first properties I looked at was a little Cape at the top of the hill in Pocasset Heights, a place where I had spent part of every summer for the first fifty years of my life. Mom had sold off our summer cottage a few years earlier and moved to a condo at Lily Pond, so we no longer had a presence there.

The agent was a pleasant middle-aged woman who talked fast and frequently. When she started to explain the neighborhood to me, I managed to interrupt and tell her that my grandfather had retired to a house that he built in 1904 on the northeast corner of Circuit and Saco Avenues; my father’s cousin Bobby Holcomb had built the house we could see at the end of the street; Bobby’s father had built the one on the southeast corner of Circuit and Saco; my great-grandfather had built the next one up the hill; and that I had designed and help build the cottage next to that when I was fourteen.

Without missing a beat, the agent replied “Oh, so you know the neighborhood”.