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Two Hot Weeks Every July

(Wanda Fischer photo) Spending Two Weeks in Southwestern Virginia Was Always a Challenge My father was from the south, my mother from the north. For fifty weeks out of the year, we lived on the South Shore of Boston. Neither of my parents graduated from high school,...

In the Booth

Remembering the Day I was the Public Address Announcer for the Red Sox Wanda in the booth at Fenway Park on August 5, 2012, announcing a game between the Red Sox and Minnesota Twins. Doesn't seem possible that it was twelve years ago today when I took the elevator to...

My Father Was a Hillbilly

My late father, Giles Adams, with his mother, Maude Adams, in 1976--the only time she ever visited my family in Massachusetts. My (late) later was a hillbilly. He would have told you so if you'd have had the opportunity to meet him. He was proud of where he came...

Dick Summer, Radio DJ Par Excellence, RIP

I wrote to Dick Summer several years ago, telling him how much his broadcasts on WBZ radio in Boston meant to me.  I wasn’t in radio back then. I was in high school. He was an all-night DJ on clear channel (not the same thing as Clear Channel) WBZ. He was...

Happy Anniversary, Ma and Dad

Seventy-seven years ago, today, the woman who would become my mother, Gertrude Agnes Theresa Dwyer, and the man who would become my father, Giles Jesse Adams, boarded a Greyhound Bus in Boston, along with two of their friends, and headed to Seabrook, New Hampshire....

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It’s a novel about baseball–and life.

Three strangers met by chance in 1972 with one thing in common: baseball. They want to become major league baseball players. They were star pitchers on the baseball teams in their respective home towns, and baseball is what brought them together to play for a minor-league team in a remote town in western New York.

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A Day in My Life, March 28, 2024 — Even a Gray Day

It's a gray, overcast day here. I started out the morning by playing doubles tennis for an hour and a half, then heading out to see my old friend, the dermatologist (I swear, I've been putting her daughter through medical school with my white Irish skin). I sent out a...

A Day in My Life, March 25, 2024 — Going to Plan B

Last week, I told everyone that I was supposed to be singing tonight at an induction ceremony for the Thomas Edison Music Hall of Fame recipients, class of 2024, sponsored by Proctors Theatre in Schenectady. Two of my friends, Margie Rosenkranz and the late Jackie...

A Day in My Life, March 24, 2024 — Power to the People

We lost power to our home--and many others in the neighborhood--yesterday at about 4:30 pm. I was driving home from the radio station at about midnight. The roads on the fifteen-mile drive weren't in good shape. The temperature was at about the freezing mark, and the...

A Day in My Life–March 21, 2024: National Common Courtesy Day

Today is National Common Courtesy Day. I don't know why today is any different from yesterday or tomorrow. Every day should be common courtesy day. What is common courtesy, anyway? I don't know how it's defined in the dictionary. I know how my mother defined it,...

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