A tribute to the old man, the officer of the day, ‘your father,’ Pop.
J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine: In search of his Mainah identity
How I got here, how I left, how I came back, and how I finally stayed.
J.P. Devine: And then he was gone
A memoir of the assassination of Bobby Kennedy, who for a brief moment in time and on this night stood in the silver light, poised to step into history.
On the Edge: Remembering an heirloom for Memorial Day
It wasn’t much of a soccer ball, J.P. Devine writes, grass-stained and bruised, but it had been passed on from cousin to cousin and from brother to brother and bore the imprint of memory and association.
J.P. Devine: May Day 1952, the Movie
J.P. Devine writes about an occupier’s view of a Japanese riot, or how best to avoid the animosity of a mob and embrace the discretion of a big guy.
J.P. Devine: The woman I’m calling today
No matter where he happened to be in his travels, J.P. Devine always had a bucketful of change to dump into a pay phone to call his mother on Mother’s Day.
J.P. Devine: Everyone’s job is a temp job
And it may only last from day to day or hour to hour, but the memories can last a lifetime, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: The world of ‘stuff’ where guys are supposed to have an edge
“Guy stuff” is items you find in a hardware store that, until recently, J.P had the advantage of, with help from his street friends.
J.P. Devine: An Easter morning only the stones remember
There are mornings that stick to our eyes like the pennies the old Irish put on the eyes of the dead, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Pondering the women running for president
The Waterville writer finds all of them to be scary, brilliant, neat, handsome, fierce, honest liberal Democrats with jaw-dropping, breathtaking life stories and political resumes, and each deserving of your vote should you choose to vote for them.