by Mark O'Brien | Jan 22, 2015
In the summer of 1964, my parents rented a small, red cottage on Cherry Street at Chapman Beach in Westbrook, Connecticut. Headed east along the shoreline, the next beach is Chalker Beach. The one after that is Indian Town. That matters because that same summer, my...
by Mark O'Brien | Jan 21, 2015
Spock: Captain, why are you wearing that radiation-proof suit and preparing to exit the starship? Kirk: Scotty, Bones, and I are going to measure the Dark Social. Spock: [raises eyebrow] Come again? Kirk: Dark Social. The communication transmissions we get from...
by Mark O'Brien | Jan 16, 2015
Guess which one of these two thinks he’s the big guy: A. Tar (on the left) B. Crush (on the right) C. None of the above D. All of the above The winner will have to fight these two for a box of Milk Bones.
by Mark O'Brien | Jan 16, 2015
I have four dental crowns cemented into my noggin. I’m completely familiar with every step of the procedure for getting them in there: the prepping of the tooth; the creation and application of the temporary crown; the molding of the permanent one; and the implanting...
by Mark O'Brien | Jan 9, 2015
Salem, being the quintessential black cat and all, was convinced that if he hid in this black shelf, snuggled in among Arthur and Andrew’s books, we’d never be able to find him. He gets positively indignant every time we walk by and say hello.
