Paul A. Sand

Living now, here but for fortune,
Placed by fate's mysterious schemes,
Who'd believe that we're the ones asked
To try to rekindle the patriots' dreams?
    (Arlo Guthrie)
	

hello, world

Welcome to yet another minor example of Internet-based vanity, my home page.

Note: this is the latest version of my original home page, set up on the old "pubpages" web server, which I ran for a time at the University Near Here. You will note that it's very old fashioned, but (trust me) it was in keeping with the early-web fashions of the time. Left up for sentimental/historical interest.

I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for here. If you don't, and you think you should have been able to, or if you notice broken links, please let me know.

Contact Information

Work:

(Ha! Retired as of July 1, 2016.)

Home:

7 Willey Street
Rollinsford, New Hampshire 03869
USA

(603) 969-2077
(For folks targeting a drone: 43.2305 N, 70.8254 W, elevation 105 feet. Here's a map if you need it.)

E-Mail:

sand.paul@gmail.com

About Me

Retired. So I got a dog!

[Sigh: Barney died on July 14, 2025; my pal and I were together for nearly nine years.]

If you're interested (although I can't think of a single reason you would be), I've kept track of the books I've read since 2003 and the movies I've watched since 2004. You can also peruse my CD collection and my DVD/Blu-ray collection.

And there's my blog.

A Couple Random Pictures

Me with carp:

And my family:

(L to R: Brother-in-law Rick Kuhlman; sister Mary; nephew Aaron; some geezer, didn't get his name; my late wife Colette; daughter Rebecca; son Christopher)

I Won't Find It Creepy If You Follow Me

… on social media anyway: Facebook · Twitter · Goodreads

Credits and Page Information

The picture up at the top of the page was taken by (then) professional UNH photographer Doug Prince. That's probably as good as it gets, in other words.

The license plate GIF above was (um) borrowed years ago from Foster's Daily Democrat. Although it's long gone from their site, I keep expecting them to sue me, unless I (a) credit them and (b) remind them that I'm a loyal subscriber.

Well, I'm not actually a loyal subscriber. Used to be, though.