“Where are we going, dad?”
“Circus—“
“WE’RE GOING TO THE CIRCUS?!!!”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
Hoarse Whisperer
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We all could probably use with fewer rather than more social media apps but if you’re adding Threads to your lineup, I’m setup there under the same name as here: @Therealhoarse
From a series I’m writing about a hotel, the people in it and the golden age of American travel.
“In the old days, it would not have been uncommon to find people like Mr. and Mrs. Louis Schmidt sitting in the lobby of The Hotel - although they likely would have been heading north not south.
[…]
If they were of some means, they would have checked into one of the venerable old hotels on Broadway like The Adelphi…
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/the-hotel-stops-stayovers-and-destinations
The Hotel: Stops, Stayovers, and Destinations
If you are new to The Hotel series, while each installment can be read as a standalone, there may be some value in having read the preceding entries. To begin at the first installment, click here. To go back to the installment prior to this one, click
Wrote something about the way we’re taught to view the phases in our lives and what life doesn’t prepare us for…
Full post at:
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/welcome-to-the-owners-manual
Welcome to the Owner’s Manual
Greg and Nancy Cummings lived in a 1950’s ranch on a suburban street with half a dozen others just like it. Like most of the adults on the street, they had moved there when their lives were transitioning from the unencumbered free flight of young adulthood to the settling in place that comes after. There was a nest to build and then fill and then there would be mouths to feed.
My first food review, I guess.
Full review:
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/the-impossible-terribleness-of-the
It’s true. You just get sucked into it.
Full post at:
https://therealhoarse.substack.com/p/part-i-in-search-of-the-glossy-ibis
Part I: In Search of the Glossy Ibis
One doesn’t set out to become a serious birdwatcher. No one just wakes up one day and thinks to themselves “My gosh, I suddenly have a hankering to tromp all around in ankle-deep muck behind a sketchy industrial waste site because apparently there’s a pond back there and I heard somebody saw a glossy ibis.”
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My most recent post was a quick read on losing people we love and staying connected to them.
It can be found here: https://therealhoarse.substack.com/p/swsr-maybe-god-is-a-coincidence
My son and I are eating our way through Philadelphia.
Breakfast burrito and stuffed french toast to start the day. So good.
Breakfast burrito and stuffed french toast to start the day. So good.