As Valentines Day approaches, as I struggle with living alone after 35 years of marriage, the gifts of love and friendship rule my thoughts. As an old man of 78 years, as a philosopher, I am torn between the joys of my long life, and the horrors, the cruelty, the hardship of so many in the present world, including this country I live in. For now, let me celebrate those I have loved and those who have loved me.
The person who loved me more than any other, the person I have loved most in my life is Darryl. Here I shall post a few of the wonderful photographs of our times together, our joys, our travels. Many more are here in the pages of this blog.
Our Civil Union in Vermont, 2000
Lands End Inn
Provincetown,
