Tag Archives: Nostalgia

And Then the World Changed


I was sitting in the backyard of my vacation house in the late evening. I had a boxer puppy in my lap chewing on a stick while I thought up the plot of a short story. Without thinking I would throw a toy and the puppy would run, grab it and bring it back to my lap to chew. It was pleasantly warm, a breeze coming off of the nearby saltwater pond, an early summer evening like any other.

And then the world changed. Continue reading


Our Boxer checking out the gifts - Photo by Trent P McDonald

Yesterday I picked up my light Sunday reading, the NY Times, the Boston Globe and the Manchester Union Leader, and started in on the important pages.  You know, the comics.  Anyway, reading the important pages first I noticed something interesting: quite a few of the comics dealt with the remembrances of Christmases past.  This reminded me that Christmas is the holiday of nostalgia. Continue reading