By Mark | October 2, 2019
On Saturday, October 2, 1999, Linette and I were married. Here, to mark the occasion, is a little something I wrote a while back, slightly updated to reflect that yet another year has passed. Twenty years ago today, after seven years of living with one another in sin, I married my friend and collaborator Linette […]
Posted in Mark's Life, Uncategorized, Ypsilanti | Also tagged American Studies, anniversary, Chevy Blazer, Clementine, Cross Street Station, Dan Richardson, Doug Coombe, Leisa Thompson, Linette Lao, luck, Mama June, marriage, Matt Krizowsky, milestones, Northville, Plymouth, thankful, things I'm thankful for, weddings |
By Mark | September 5, 2019
I was going to write a substantive post about Iran tonight, but I decided to read an old Vonnegut book instead. Here, because I feel as though I owe you something — even though I know that I don’t — is a photo that I recently posted to Instagram. It’s something that Arlo said to […]
The family and I have spent the last four days in the Maine woods, where my aunt and her husband had rented a cabin so that our extended family could celebrate my father’s 75th birthday together. Aside from falling in Maine’s largest lake while completely clothed, having to scrub vomit from the upholstery of a […]
Posted in History, Mark's Life, Uncategorized | Also tagged 1870, 1918 flu, birthday presents, birthdays, Cairo, Cassius Marcellus Coolidge, catsup, Charles Maynard, Civil War, clocks, Curtis Florian, dogs playing poker, Doug Skinner, drinking, falling in water, family history, family values, farming, fire, Frankfort, gambling, Georgetown, guns, hidden guns, horses, Illinois, John W. Cannon, Kentucky, legends, Little Mister Frankfort, lobster, lobster rolls, Louisville, Maine, Mark's ancestors, Mark's aunt Betsy, Mark's lips, Mark's relatives, Maynard-Lao Archive, Minnie Florian, Mississippi River, Natchez, New Hampshire, Ohio River, paddle boats, pandemic, Piggy Wiggly, poker, Pony Express, Rabbit Hash, Robert E. Lee, Sebago Lake, speed, statues, steamships, sunburn, The Robert E. Lee, theft, Thomas P. Leathers, tobacco, tuberculosis, vacations, vomit, White Sulfur, Wild Bill Cody, William Zanzinger, Woodlake |
When people ask me why I keep posting here after all of these years, I generally respond by saying that I keep at it because, every once in a while, when I least expect it, something really cool and wonderful happens as a result of something that I’ve shared… like the time someone wrote to […]
