Wow. Time flies when you are having fun with your grandson. Since last we met, the kid is walking, talking (well, he does answer with a growl if you ask him what sound a tiger makes. or a lion. or an elephant. Same roar for all.) He is cute as a button, has had several hair cuts, and loves to knock down any towers I build for him. He is curious, ...

Since I do other writing, Grandpa's Blog has been the victim of benign neglect of late. When last we looked, little Charlie liked golf on TV. That hasn't changed. But little Charlie has grown some since then. And his interests, besides trying to figure out how to crawl (he needs to get better at kicking his leg out of the way), include ...

    The grandson is about to get wet. It is baptism time and our church does it up like no other Catholic parish I know. In fact, if the Merrimack flowed just a little closer, I wouldn't be surprised if the priest had us all out there, summer or winter, to watch him dunk newborns into the river.     It should be ...

Big day in grandpa's world. Grandson has arrived. It was already my son's birthday and now it will be my grandson's birthday, too. How neat is that? I shall resist the temptation to start teaching the new one a slow, tempoed golf swing, since I just re-learned that myself and the little tyke may have trouble holding the club. My ...

Thanksgiving is upon us and as everyone knows, Thanksgiving is just a run-up to Christmas. You remember Christmas, don't you? It is the politically-incorrect name for the generic, ubiquitous "holidays'' for which we all buy presents, which used to be in memory of some presents for some baby in Bethlehem but we are way, way beyond ...

My friend, John Harrigan, has more lives than a cat. In case you missed today's Sunday News story (why would anyone miss the Sunday News?), Harrigan was in a head-on crash between his pickup and another at about noon Saturday in Columbia, which is so far up Route 3 it may require a passport. Harrigan's last tangle with a truck resulted in ...

The sky has shown some magnificent colors these past few nights; and the temperature drops remind us that the season is surely changing. One of the kids is moving out, starting a new career. Another awaits her own first child. Mom, meanwhile, is settling into a busy routine watching a three-monthold grandnephew several days a week; and I know the ...

    Just trying to figure out how one adds to, or puts a new lead on, one's NewHampshire.com blog. I'm now thinking of directing my yet-born grandchild to refer to me as Arnie Palmer or perhaps Old Tiger Woods.     By the time the kid is able to sit up and take nourishment, Tiger may be retired and in need of ...