And, of course, information on special places we have visited back in the United States
Most years I latch onto something that resembles a resolution, or at least an idea—a framing, if you will, of the plot lines of my life. Typically, I choose something that’s a cross between delusional aspiration and hare-brained scheme. (Ex…. Read More ›
We drove cross-country to the whispers of Omicron. Two short weeks ago, when we set out, it was still more threat than reality. Our destination was Montana where we would spend Christmas with our newborn granddaughter. We drove a rented… Read More ›
Monango, North Dakota is a desolate place. Why my great great grandparents James Holloway and Charity Bird Holloway decided to homestead there, I’ll never know. But in my mind, it raises the coolness factor of my family dramatically. I grew… 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 ›
During the month we lived in California, we stayed in a basement apartment in the affluent part of San Rafael. The home stood behind a locked gate. Our apartment behind a locked door. The washer and dryer locked behind a… Read More ›
The World In Between 