Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.
In the hills twenty minutes outside of Charlottesville, Virginia, the nuns are making cheese. They have come to the Shenandoah foothills from a variety of places and professions to live quietly ensconced in curds and whey and contemplation. There, you… Read More ›
June 6th—the date of my last blog post—is an anniversary that I remember each year. Even though it meant nothing to anyone but me, I rushed that post out as a form of commemoration. On June 6th, 1983, I walked… Read More ›
In the movie Citizen Kane, “Rosebud” is the final word that Charles Foster Kane utters upon his deathbed. It sets off a flurry of investigation to identify exactly what he meant. Rosebud, it turns out, is a cheap sled. Yet… Read More ›
I dusted off my New Year’s resolutions: —Become fluent in French —Lose 10 pounds —Run a marathon After all, why create new resolutions when I have perfectly good ones that I’ve recycled for decades? Pat, on the other hand, has… Read More ›
My grandson, Jack, and I may share a birthday, but our approach to this day is wholly different. This year, Jack’s birthday began when he crawled into bed with his parents and his leg jittered like a jackhammer. My son… Read More ›
