My son Mike was walking through Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia when he saw a nonagenarian seated on a bench. He approached and asked if she was Dr. Evans. “Yes,” she replied. Briefly, he told his story and then thanked her… Read More ›
Ruminations
Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.
31 Flavors
“Growing old … what is the opposite of “growing”? I ask myself. “Withering” perhaps? It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.” The Journal of May Sarton: The House by the… Read More ›
The Banishment of Indifference
We’re packing up, getting ready to relinquish our Charlottesville home next month. In a tiny house without closets, it’s amazing how many cubbyholes we’ve managed to create. Tucked under our end table, in a wooden box that my mother-in-law painted,… Read More ›
A Day No Pigs Would Die
The bride and groom walked to the alter holding hands while friends gathered by the river bank. Some sat on benches but most stood. The officiant asked the couple questions about how they will handle some specific life challenges. As… Read More ›
The Music House
In the far corner of old town Bratislava at the end of Kapitulska Street, stands a music house. It was built in the 17th century, owned by the Catholic church, and provided to the music director of Saint Martin’s Cathedral,… Read More ›
The World In Between 