I always believed that the little guy could succeed on Facebook with enough hard work and creativity. I don’t believe that anymore.
Connecticut's Ted Christopher, who has been the most prolific winner of indoor racing events since Len Sammons Motorsports Productions brought indoor racing back to life in 2003, revealed that he and Donnie Preece, co-owner of the nearly invincible No. 13 Three Quarter Midget, have built a new car for 2014 action.
Here's the trans.cript from Bill Belichick's press conference at Gillette Stadium on Wednesday
Friday, December 20 at 3:30 p.m. concert featuring the combined Quincy High Horizons & North Quincy High Select Choirs, directed by Timothy Carew.
Once, a friend returned from a trip to Italy and brought me a pencil. She pulled it out of the bag, and handed it to me, unwrapped.
“It’s just a thought,” she said, as I turned it over in my hand. It was a singular pencil, made of wood and wrapped in elegantly patterned turquoise, white and black Florentine paper. I brought it home and put it on my desk.
Twenty five years later it’s still there, in a San Marzano tomato can that does double duty as a colored pencil holder. And every day in the ensuing years, each time I look at that pencil, I smile. I am reminded that someone thought of me, however briefly, however far away, and marked that “thought” with a token.
I’m big on “thoughts.” Until my friend used that particular word, I really didn’t have a name for the impulse, the effort, or the act of thinking of someone else while I went about the business of my life. Now I do, and I try, as often as I can, to mark that thought in a meaningful way.
Take it from me. We’ve all gotten into the very bad habit of letting popular culture dictate our enactment of “having a thought” for us. We act on birthdays, Christmas, weddings, graduations, all of the usual experiences that have given birth to clichéd Hallmark moments. Me, I’m for making my own moments. And having my own thoughts. And marking them as I choose to. Hallmark and the calendar be damned.
Since the “pencil” moment, I’ve tried to mark the occasions when I’m thinking of someone. One year, I made challah bread (yes, challah bread) for Thanksgiving. I made a few extra loaves and delivered them to friends on the day before with unpasteurized honey and salted butter. Another, I collected handfuls of the fresh herbs from my garden, tied them in twine, and passed them out at yoga, to my friends who join me often on the mat.
When my high school senior son asked three over-burdened teachers and his guidance counselor to write a last minute recommendation for him (“Yeah, sorry, it’s due Friday”) he took a page from my book. By heaping an additional recommendation upon the several hundred they were already writing, he realized they were expending extra effort on his behalf. In return, he made them cookies. Not just any cookies. Mammoth chocolate chunk cookies. It was a simple, thoughtful gesture to say, “Hey, thanks for thinking of me.”
During the holidays, the self-consciousness that seems to overshadow these spontaneous demonstrations of affection wanes. Yesterday, the doorbell rang. To my surprise, my friend Kate’s husband, John, was behind the glass.
“Hi,” he said. “Kate sent this by for you.”
He presented me with a small bag and a card. We chatted, had a hug, and I went inside, impatient to discover what it contained. To my surprise, I found two lovely hand painted wooden Christmas ornaments. Oh, you say, that’s not a thought, that’s a holiday gift. Perhaps. But when you learn what the ornaments are, I think you’ll change your mind.
Under all that white tissue paper, a miniature plump pink prosciutto and a creamy white provolone, like the ones that hang in salumerie all over Italy, emerged. A sweet note confirmed that, it is, in fact, the thought that counts. Kate sent these special tokens to mark the first year of Morso Soggiorno, my immersive food travel business. Now, every time I look at them, I’ll think of Kate and her excitement for me. They’ll have a place of honor in my kitchen twelve months of the year.
All of this is a long-winded way of saying it’s always a good time, the right time, the best time, to let the people you care about know you care for them. Any small gesture will do. A pencil, a prosciutto, a provolone….un pensiero. A thought.
“The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.” –Thomas Jefferson.
Come to the library (40 Washington Street, Quincy) on Wednesday, December 18 at 7:00 p.m. to hear a message of hope from world-traveling local hero, Roberta Gately. Quincy resident Roberta Gately has served as a nurse and humanitarian aid worker in third-world countries, including Darfur, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iraq. She is the author numerous professional and journalistic articles on the subject of refugees and has also written two fictional books based upon her experiences.
Quincy College and the Thomas Crane Public Library are hosting a special author event tonight, Wednesday, December 11 at 7:00 p.m. at the Library (40 Washington Street, Quincy). Come here Elizabeth Greenspan talk about her research into the controversal rebuilding of the World Trade Center site in Manhattan.
Front page of the MetroWest Daily News for 12/11/13
Front page of the Milford Daily News for 12/11/13
Fall River Superior Court murder trial begins for suspect in 2010 Taunton murder.