Where does the time go? The minutes and seconds of the “right now” when I’m racing around to write before the work clock starts ticking. I finished my Lady Alone Traveler post for the local paper and I see there’s little time to reflect on the longer stretches of time. The days, months, and years of our lives.
Tomorrow, my brother Jim will celebrate a birthday.
(Card by Becca Cahan, distributed and sold exclusively by Trader Joe’s.)
There are so many stories I could write but there is always the ticking of time, slipping faster and faster through the hourglass. As F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote, “we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
If that’s true, we’ll return to the topic of brothers and birthdays. For now, I send my brother, my only sibling, an early and very happy wish for a wonderful birthday!
Julie-Ann Baumer 
May I pile on?
Happy Birthday, Jim!
How did I miss this post? It’s been that kind of week. With my time on the I-webs nearing record lows, I’ve missed all kinds of digital material over the past 6-7 days.
Thanks for the birth day shout out. I appreciate it (and thank you, LP, too!).
The LAT post on the S-J site is a good one, I have a special affinity for West Minot dating back to my time researching and writing, “When Towns Had Teams.” That’s the beauty of a place like Maine that often gets missed for those flatlanders who never leave Portland (yet think they know Maine)—they never experience a “mirage” like The West Minot Trading Post. Stopped there many a time on the way back from a hockey game with Mark, at Hebron Academy (just up the road, a piece).
I saw a mail box with “Trundy” on it and thought that was a familiar name from your book “When Towns Had Teams.” There seems to be quite a bit of magic left in West Minot and apparently, the Slattery’s put on a very good pancake breakfast on Maine Maple Sunday.
I hope you had a great birthday!