Summer’s here
June 10, 2008
Jack’s ready for school to end.
What do you think?
Read All...Reloaded: www.patriotroad.com
May 22, 2008
If you’ve just wandered in, today, May 23 is the re-launch of Redsky@night, my personal blog and community bully-pulpit. This long-overdue makeover gives the site a new commercial-grade undercarriage, new layouts, new graphic treatment, and—as time permits—it will reflect my new commitment to publish regular content here. As my fulcrum in publishing, RSN won’t, perhaps, move the world, but it has been a useful place to try out new ideas and say things my kids don’t yet understand.
Read All...Reloaded: www.peapackreformed.org
April 4, 2008
Peapack Reformed Church is a 160-year old congregation that first used the web in 2000. Since then, the site has been redeveloped three times.
Read All...New: www.vandorenscholars.org
April 2, 2008
The Van Doren Scholarships are among New Jersey’s most prestigious academic recognitions, providing college tuition scholarships for Somerset County students who display a powerful thirst for learning.
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Pishwaugh and the Prizefighter
March 30, 2005
In a little while, O’Malley came back into the bar and took a stool. “It’s all fixed,” the little man said.
“What’s fixed?” Pish replied, regarding him carefully.
“The match. I’ve got it all worked out. ”
The barkeep caught Pish’s eye and, with a nod, set two fresh glasses on the bar. Pish raised his and in a movement, emptied it, eyes damp. O’Malley made a small noise above his whisky, cupping the glass with two hands in the manner of someone warding off chill. The extra exertion seemed to work, as in a moment he brightened visibly and said “Farth round. He’ll take a knee.”
Pish considered this news for a moment and thought that the odds were only slightly better. “Will he come out punching?” he asked.
The little man appeared perplexed. “He’s his father’s son, now isn’t he?”
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