Category Archives: Blog Archive

I was bopping around the Internet yesterday, trying to figure out a publishing and marketing strategy for my manuscript-in-progress, Sukulaiset: The Kindred. I was looking into possible funding sources and seeking out experts regarding the themes of the book (Karelian … Continue reading →

He’s boxed up and resting comfortably in my basement, his impressive life reduced to words stored in several hundred cardboard cartons. It’s peaceful and relatively quiet in what used to be my oldest son Matt’s room. Jack, our fourteen year … Continue reading →

You are wondering, “What the hell has gotten into Munger that he’s displaying a package of licorice gum on his blog?” Am I right? Well, there’s a story behind that package, one I’m gonna tell you right now. A few … Continue reading →

Friday evening. The Pacifica is jammed to the ceiling with my wife’s mosaic benches and tables, cartons of Munger books, and plastic bins. It’s all I can do to save a spot for Jack behind the passenger’s seat. For the … Continue reading →

  A very few of you know I had a pretty bad day a couple of weeks ago. Nothing like illness, or a death in the family. Just a speed bump on the road of life which threw me for … Continue reading →

  Yesterday. I sat on the stage of Denfeld High School along with 19 other Denfeld High School alumni and former educators (or their proxies) as inductees into the Denfeld Hall of Fame. For me, the last time I was … Continue reading →

Sunday, highway drivin’ It all looks about the same Nowhere, just arrivin’ Still I play the game, yeah yeah I’m home, grown, growin’ my own and I need ya Need ya to beg my pardon, to tend my garden ((c) … Continue reading →

We went back to Canada, back across the border once again. Our route, such as it was, took us through the State of Maine with much of the journey alongside the very same river that Benedict Arnold followed when he … Continue reading →

  Leave it to me to find a bookstore in the middle of rural Vermont. Really, it wasn’t intentional. It’s just that, well, when Rene’, Jack, and I stopped for lunch in tiny Lyndonville, Vermont (population 1,227), Green Mountain Books … Continue reading →

That’s my grandson, Adrien James Munger, anticipating his first road trip beyond the limits of the state line. From the serious look on his face, he’s obviously worried about traveling with his parents, his paternal grandparents, and his Uncle Jack … Continue reading →