December 2014, Page 3

November begins the fallow season of darkness. November, December, January, February. Ug. Back in native Boston, the trees have long since shed their leaves to stand in dead repose. In San Francisco, the sun hangs progressively lower in the sky. The clocks change on Sunday brightening the morning but hastening …

Sometimes unfinished projects need simply to rest. Years ago I built a light-up Chewbacca belt, a brown sash studded with eighteen, white, 3-inch squares. Trouble was, the squares were easily crushed. The belt was worn just once on a beach after which I put away the mangled contraption to fix …