Posts by Hank

“Hey, could you bring down some rope from the house so we can cordon off our section of the beach to stop the crowds from pouring in?”  I said this to Robby’s friend Gabe.  It was my attempt to make fun of myself before my sons and their buddies could start doing it for me.  We were an hour-and-…

I pulled up to the fence outside Jack’s Coffee in Amagansett on my bike.  Greg and Kelly were already there, sitting on one of the benches.  Greg had just finished his workout across the street at Barry’s Bootcamp.  Kelly had driven over from Montauk, where she’d done a SoulCycle session.  Baby Ry…

In my most recent post, I wrote about the dogs who crashed my high school reunion two weeks ago.  What I neglected to tell you is that just five days later, Kemba crashed the after-school Writing Club I run at Bryant Elementary School in Bridgeport.  Okay, so he didn’t exactly crash:  The kids hav…

. . . And no, Kemba wasn’t one of them. But he certainly got his share of notoriety in absentia!  Sandy Stark, the first of my classmates to spot me as I cruised through the doors of the Teaneck (NJ) Marriott at Glenpointe, said, “Well if it isn’t the Beagle Man!”  She added that Kemba was the sec…

It’s 9:15 AM — a gorgeous, blue-sky spring day.  I’m driving over to Winslow Park for a fun, relaxing time with my boys, Kemba and Ruckus. I park in the Westport Playhouse lot, in the absolute closest spot to the off-leash area, and open the doors.  Both dogs make a jailbreak to where a cluster of…

It’s two days later, and I still feel like I was hit by a truck. The incident took place Wednesday, in Winslow Park, and it wasn’t a truck that hit me.  It was two dogs.  Two large, white dogs, running at full speed, like silent cruise missiles.  By the time I became aware of them, I was flat on m…

A snippet of conversation overheard between Kemba, Ruckus, and Ricky . . . RUCKUS:  What do you make of this new, tiny, squeaky mini-person in the house?  And how long d’ya think he’s gonna be around? RICKY:  Bad news, Ruckster.  The little guy is part of your pack now.  Notice the way your mom an…

Friday morning I got this text (screenshot, right) from Robby.  The time was 7:37 AM, as indicated.  Clearly he had SportsCenter on — no surprise there — as he was getting ready to head to the office.  The teaser — BACK IN DAY: CARDIAC KEMBA — caught his eye.  Of course, he had to watch — work be…

I’m often accused, especially by members of my own family, of wasting time pondering things that others find . . . not really important. Like, what makes some towns choose black letters on white background for their street signs, and others go for the white-on-green look? Last week one of my writi…

I’m not a big fan of “authorities” telling me what dogs think.  You’ll read in the pages of some book:  It’s all the same to your dog if you’ve been gone for 15 minutes or 15 hours.  Please.  Did a dog once tell the author this? Which is not to say I don’t find myself constantly wondering what my…