The doctor suggested I take a statin. Hiking 85 miles through the Wicklow Mountains seemed a rational alternative. It wasn’t an ostrich response—not exactly. I just felt lifestyle should lead medication. I was less fit than I should be; this… Read More ›
The village of Courtmacsherry–or Courtmac as it’s locally known–sits on the southern coast of Ireland in a region known as West Cork. It’s a small village: 600 residents, three pubs, two tearooms and one street. The mailman is an… Read More ›
We had an eventful, uneventful arrival back in Charlottesville. On the train from DC, Pat executed a flawed clean and jerk of his 50-pound suitcase to the overhead storage bin in a moving train. It ended poorly with the suitcase… Read More ›
This morning, I woke as I always do—early. Since we are staying in a hotel, I stepped out into the courtyard, which remains my sanctuary, so I could read and not disturb Pat. The air is crisp; Antigua, at nearly… Read More ›
Guatemala has a terrible crime problem—or at least the perception of a terrible crime problem which is supported by seemingly credible statistics. I don’t think of myself as a worrier, but the first few weeks I laid awake at night… Read More ›
The World In Between 