Shelter Island Reporter column: Codger has hope
Two weeks ago, nursing distemper from the national election, Codger ran into Gordon Gooding for the first time since he won the empty seat on the Town Board. They had barely exchanged pleasantries...
View ArticleCodger’s Shelter Island Column: Hope springs …
This time, hope is 8 years old, weighs 40 pounds and is colored black, brown and white. Her name is Tess. Yes, she’s a dog. Hope is not always a dog, but a dog is always a hope. Like almost everyone...
View ArticleCodger’s column: Talking to Jules
Codger’s friend, Jules Feiffer, died six weeks ago, but they have continued talking, at least once a week, usually during their customary Sunday morning chats. Codger believes it’s essential to stay...
View ArticleCodger: Cur III concurs
Like so many people he’s been talking with lately, Codger is alarmed by the state of the nation and asks, “What should we do?” The answers have ranged from wearing a pin with the Walt Whitman line,...
View ArticleCodger’s Shelter Island column: Past as prologue
History comes joyously alive with a dozen old-timers around a long table chortling through stacks of antique postcards and photographs. They are finding pictures of grandparents and houses they once...
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