Craig BohananRolling up my sleeves and talking smallMy wife and I have very different approaches toward engaging strangers. Basically she does and I don’t. This is something I’m working on…Jul 16, 2021Jul 16, 2021
Craig BohananA man with one good eye has no business playing ping-pongAs a kid I great hand-to-eye coordination, probably honed by the long hours of throwing a rubber ball up against a wall — any kind of wall…Jul 5, 2021Jul 5, 2021
Craig BohananAbout baseball and relationships and the passage of timeWhen I was eight or nine I wanted more than anything to play centerfield in Fenway Park. By the time I was twelve I kind of knew that that…Jun 24, 2021Jun 24, 2021
Craig BohananA better version of the Humpty Dumpty storyMy recent move to Rhode Island is already paying unexpected dividends. I’m getting healthy. Or at least I might be. In time.Jun 22, 20212Jun 22, 20212
Craig BohananThings bypassed on a northbound tripFive years back I’d made the marathon drive from mid-coast Maine to Asheville in a blurry, nonstop fit of energy, the car full of vacation…Jun 14, 20212Jun 14, 20212
Craig BohananAn evening out and a growing sense of celebrationBill and I were talking beer. There’s just bucketsful of breweries in Asheville. Gangs of Uber riders making the rounds used to ask if I…Jun 3, 20211Jun 3, 20211
Craig BohananStorytellers every oneI was born before time, in the narrow space between the death of coin-operated gas meters and the mad scramble for b&w tv’s. I learned…Jun 1, 2021Jun 1, 2021
Craig BohananA Week Ago on Charlotte StreetAfter signing closing papers for the sale of our house in Asheville, Santina and I stopped at City Bakery for a treat. The day was lovely…May 29, 2021May 29, 2021
