Author Archives: Brian H. Gill

About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.

Kids, a Subway Station, and Offhand Advice 0 (0)

One of the many things I liked about living in San Francisco was the city’s public transportation system. I don’t know about the situation now. But a half-century ago I could get up, eat breakfast, catch a cable car, connect … Continue reading

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Grogu, a Christmas Stocking, the Liturgical Year, and Me 0 (0)

I learned, long ago, that being “pretty sure” about something wasn’t necessarily the same as being right. Take what I was “pretty sure” about last month, for example: “…Folks living in the next block north of our house have inflatable … Continue reading

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A Short Look at a Small Dog, and Another Week in Minnesota 0 (0)

I missed Mass on Epiphany Sunday. I’m not happy about that, at all. But we had very cold weather outside — and I’d been noticing a serious mismatch between temperature readings my body was giving me, and what I saw … Continue reading

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Snow, Yes; Storm, No: Another Thursday in Minnesota 0 (0)

Former President Jimmy Carter’s funeral was at the top of my news feed briefly, earlier this morning. Then the California wildfire headlines bobbed back up: reminding me that living in the frozen north does have advantages. We’re getting a little … Continue reading

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A Dog Named Ulysses 0 (0)

First off, I don’t know the dog’s name. Ulysses was the name I had for him. He, or maybe she, was the sort of dog I think of as a hound-dog: medium size, long legs. Bear in mind that I … Continue reading

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