The A3F Story
My father taught high school science. It is a story I have told in his own history here. His frustration at not having continued teaching led him to turn me into a baby scientist practically from the time I was born, with consequences I have talked about in other posts! Given his pedagogical bent, he […]
Phil’s Press is Updated
I quit the research team in the Everglades in January 1969. I told Aaron and Murph, the geologist and biologist who led our team, that we knew all we needed to save the Earth. What we needed was action. And Nixon was about to be inaugurated President, and even then, I was so blue I […]
Hair
The cast of Hair played at the Coconut Grove Playhouse. We are all hanging out in Peacock Park with them one night late after the performance. NASA or someone had gotten the looney idea to shoot a rocket into the Van Allen radiation belts and release strontium and barium to see what would happen. Say, […]
Travels with Phil Twelve – Cedar Lakes Woods and Gardens
This series is NOT just about New York! In North Florida, due inland from Cedar Key, there was a 100-year-old lime rock quarry. In 1991 Dr. Raymond Webber discovered it and over time it went through several iterations under his care until it ended up as one of the most incredible freshwater botanical gardens anywhere […]
Finding Lady
One thing about smoking marijuana in the 60’s was The Munchies. The only thing that cured it was a trip to the minimart to buy chocolate chip cookies. It was at Bird Road (SW 40th Street) and 27th Avenue in Coconut Grove. Outside of it was this sweet looking little stray brown dog. Bought some […]
Why we hate printers
The Night My Basset Hound Almost Burned Me To Death On an Archaeological Dig
There is another funny story about Triste the Bassett Hound during this trip. The mosquitoes were pretty bad. This section of North Florida is very hilly, with very non-porous red clay. So it seemed that every bottomland was a Cypress slough filled with water. I won’t call them swamps. You might. They bred mosquitoes. To […]
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Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, […]
Boston Drivers
My Dad owned and drove his own taxicab from 1952 to 1956. The first month I was in graduate school in 1973 Mom and Dad came to visit. It wasn’t long before Dad figured out how bad Boston drivers can be. “If I lived here, I’d get an old car and boy, would I have […]