Author Archives: floegel

Diary in the Water

Do you keep a diary? I do. For me, it’s a kind of written memory, helping me keep track of my life. E.B. White once said a person who no longer keeps a diary has lost interest in life. I don’t know if I’d take it to that extreme, but I know how he felt. […]

The Toughest Job

A few weeks ago, I told you that I’m spending this summer as a camp counselor and I want to talk about that a bit more. In my boyhood, I was a camper and in my youth, a counselor. That was in 1976. Since then, an entire generation has been born, gone to camp, spent […]

Controlling My Money

A friend of mine called last week and in a soft voice advised me to buy stock in Pfizer Pharmaceuticals. Now, a tip like that hardly constitutes insider trading. In the first place, my friend is not an insider. Second, you don’t have to be Charles Schwab to know that since Pfizer introduced its impotence […]

The Drug of Childhood

I’m a freelance writer, and as such, I can occasionally indulge myself by becoming involved with screwball projects that do not involve writing. To be specific, I am spending this summer as a camp counselor. One of my duties is to pester the campers to write letters home, and since I’m supposed to lead by […]

War is Over

Last week, in what was probably a bureaucratic mixup, the Burlington daily newspaper began showing up on my doorstep every morning. The Burlington paper is owned by the Gannett chain and I have a low opinion of it, but free is free, so after breakfast on Sunday, I peeled it open to see what it […]

What’s Going On Under Your Siding?

What’s going on under your siding? Do you know? You, homeowner, I’m talking to you, yes you. What’s going on under your vinyl siding? Moisture? Mold? Carpenter ants, maybe? You really don’t know, do you? How are you feeling about your vinyl siding? How long has it been now? Four years? Five? Do you remember […]

My Daughter and My Money

There are colleges all over New England, so it’s not unusual for me to be driving down the road looking at a bumper sticker that says, “My daughter and my money go to Acme University.” I always wonder how the daughter feels about that. For 12 years, through elementary and high school, she studied hard, […]