Helping hands

Helping hands

Anyone who knows me is well aware I that I am not what one calls a “people person.” A former girlfriend once told me that I could “be alone in a crowded room.” So I’m more than overwhelmed by the response by people who have offered help,...
The driveway

The driveway

Regular Muse readers probably know more than they want about the driveway at Chateau Thompson. We’ve chronicled our struggles over the years with the steep, 450-foot long driveway that rises above Sandy Flats Road. It’s challenging enough with a car and...
Two-wheeled therapy

Two-wheeled therapy

Some people ride motorcycles for sport, others for recreation and still others as a hobby. I ride for two reasons: Transportation and therapy. Transportation is why my 2009 Super Glide — purchased 18 months ago — has more than 32,000 miles on the odometer....
The eyes have it

The eyes have it

Often, someone will come up at a sporting event or other activity and say something along the lines of “I wish I had a camera like yours so I could take photos like you.” I try to explain that the quality of photography is not determined by the equipment...
Playing the wheel of misfortune game

Playing the wheel of misfortune game

Things started going from bad to worse on Tuesday of last week when our refrigerator died, leaving us with a mess of spoiling food. With mine and Amy’s schedule, it was Thursday before we could venture over to C’Burg to look for a replacement fridge. The...