Empty LIghthouse

February 3, 2014 at 4:10 pm | Posted in Writings | 2 Comments

The keeper shuffles along slowly about his appointed rounds, keeping the precise schedule set many years before. It mattered less and less as time had gone by, but he was used to the routine of it, and he wouldn’t let time’s weariness take its toll on his commitment. There were extra tasks today, tasks that made the old keeper’s heart say, but they were part of the job and they needed to be done nonetheless, keeping his precious lighthouse in order.

Slow and steady the keeper ascended the stairs, his thin, frail fingers gripping the railing tight, pulling himself up the spiral staircase. Halfway up he stops for a slight breather and he looks down to the ground below him. He remembers when he first started, how the paint on the walls was brilliant and reflective. Today, the keeper only sees the result of the intervening years however, the bright white has lost its luster and is now a dull, lifeless, pale hue.

The keepers eyes began to glisten as tears well up, but he quickly wipes them with the sleeve of his shirt and continues up the stairs, hoping his task would at least for the moment occupy his mind. It takes the keeper a few more minutes before he reaches the top and sees the main feature of the lighthouse.

The light itself is enclosed in a six-sided glass enclosure, with a rotating base inside which houses the large glowing element that has given light for incoming ships for years. The keeper circles the light and stands before a desk and a low cork board that rests upon it. Here pinned on old and faded paper is the call information for the last two vessels that have passed through these waters. The keeper pulls an envelope from his pocket and extracts a missive from the port down the beach and matches the call information printed to the information on his weathered cork board.

The keeper re-pockets the sheet from the port and then slowly removes the pinned sheets from the cork board, placing them one on top of the other and tears them both into tiny strips and then tears the strips again, keeping the confetti sized pieces in one hand as he again circles the massive beacon in the center of the room. Again he feels a bout of tiredness come over him and he leans near to the light, its radiance warming him.

His eyes are closed as he reaches for the plug at the base of the unit and with some effort, he managed to wiggle free the plug from its receptacle. In an instant the tower darkens, the only light now coming from the last remnants of dusk outside, the sun slipping behind the horizon. The keeper opens his eyes and makes his way forward, popping open a small door and exits out onto the walkway that circles the top of the lighthouse.

The keeper grabs hold of the railing with one hand and lifts the other in front of him, opening it slowly and watching the pieces of confetti blow from his hands into the night air. His eyes follow them as long as they can with his failing eyesight, and before long they are lost to the ether. The tiredness washes over him again, and his free hand joins the occupied one in gripping the railing. He closes his eyes again and after a few moments he feels himself falling.

He can feel the warm breeze on his face. He wants to open his eyes but he is terrified to. He believes there is a certain finality if he opens his eyes and truly sees. So he keeps them closed. Drifting. Falling. Flying. Forever.

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New Youtube Video

November 8, 2013 at 11:27 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

So a few weeks I wrote a post about Baseball, Field of Dreams and my Grandpa. Now I did a Youtube video about it. Check it out!

I LOVE Baseball

October 24, 2013 at 12:00 am | Posted in baseball, life | Leave a comment

Hey Ducklings,

By the time you see this, game one of the 2013 World Series will probably be long over, the winner being either the Boston Red Sox or the St Louis Cardinals. Anyone who knows me knows which side I’ll be routing for. But regardless of who wins the game, I hope for a good series, an epic back and forth with clutch performances and surprises from players you didn’t expect.

I love baseball. Let me restate that. In capital letters. I LOVE baseball. I love baseball some like some people love football… or cars.. or clothes.. or a lot of other things. I’ll be the first to admit I’m not a stats guy. I cant tell you what David Ortiz’s OPS was in 2004 against Lefties. I’m not really a history guy either. With a few exceptions like Brooks Robinson playing 3rd base for the Orioles, thanks to my HS baseball coach for drilling that into my head, I couldn’t tell you who caught for who in the World Series in 1987.

But I love baseball. I love baseball like Kevin Costner’s character Ray Kinsella loved baseball. If you haven’t seen the movie, first off, go see it. Its brilliant and warm and amazing, regardless if you like baseball or not, second, I’ll give you a short synopsis. Ray is a corn farmer who on blind faith plows under his corn fields in order to build a baseball field, all on the command of a voice only he can hear. Ray faces scorn, ridicule and the possible loss of his family’s farm. I’m not going to spoil the rest, but trust me, its worth it. Plus it has James Earl Jones and Burt Lancaster, two acting heavyweights.

But the way Ray loves baseball is how I love baseball. Ray believes in baseball, that it can bring people together, connect people when they have nothing else they can talk about. I got that love of baseball from my Grandfather. He took me to my first game when I was 7, I’m pretty sure I still have the program in storage. We didn’t go often, but we watched together and talked about it often.  The last conversation I had with him before he passed away was about baseball in fact, who was being inducted into the Hall of Fame the next summer, as the announcement has been made after he went into the hospital. Cal Ripken and Tony Gywnn were the two going in. Ok, maybe I remember some more history than i thought.

So watching baseball and the world series, especially when my team is one of the participants, is special to me but also a little sad. I’ll cheer hearing him cheer next to me. But whether we win or lose i’ll still get the impulse to call him and talk about it, before remembering he isn’t there to answer. But baseball is eternal. No matter where he is, I know he’s cheering. And that makes me happy.

Duck Pond Cooking – Applesauce in a crockpot

October 1, 2013 at 9:36 am | Posted in food | Leave a comment

Hey all,

It’s been a while but here we find ourselves in the fall season, which honestly is one of my favorite times of the year. The weather is usually cool, the leaves are changing and the fall harvest is going on. In the northeast where I am, that means apple picking. I’m pretty lucky in that I have a few roadside farm stands near my house, but usually it isnt too hard to find a local farm or orchard close to your house. Its a great day out with the family, it shows the kids where at least some of their food is coming from, and you support small local farmers. I call that a win all the way around. Anyhow, with the abundance of apples, I wanted to try a new recipe this year, and for this one, I decided on applesauce. It ended up being pretty simple and easy to make. I only used three ingredients in my applesauce: apples, cinnamon, and about 1-1.5 cups of water. That’s it. No sugar or anything else. I even made a youtube video to show the process. Please check it out.

Loot Crate Unboxing Video July 2013

July 24, 2013 at 9:54 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

So, I decided to start vlogging. Below is my first real video with hopefully many more to come. And with such, hopefully a rebirth of the blog too. One can always hope.

 

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