Monday, August 2, 2010


These are some of my new friends here in Provincetown who have listened patiently—and without comment—as I squawk away on the concertina this summer. The wide shot is of the hill where I’ve been sitting, shaded above by the spreading boughs, cushioned below by a bed of pine needles and wheezing contentedly—if clumsily—away on sea shanties that my reclining neighbors might have whistled along to had I but arrived two centuries earlier.

[N.B. I shall be away from the computer for the next two days--therefore there will be no blog entries.]


  1. How gorgeous. What an interesting place to practice! It's good to see you're back to blogging, and I'm sorry it took me so long to notice!

  2. Most performers hope to slay their audience. Yours already came that way. And to think Jackie Gleason said the Miami Beach audience was the greatest audience in the world. Badlerdash!

  3. make that "balderdash."