In 1809, Meriwether Lewis shot himself in a boarding house 70 miles shy of Nashville, Tennessee. He was heading home to what is now my home, Charlottesville, Virginia. Three years earlier, he and his partner, William Clark, had returned from… Read More ›
Last month, we spent 10 days in London and Paris. The trip started as a meetup in London with our daughter, Taylor, planned months ago when we thought we’d still be living in Paris and could easily pop over. Things… Read More ›
My last post received comments. And emails. Thank you for each of them. One reader simply said, “May you dance at Jack’s wedding.” I’ve thought a lot about this comment lately. It was clearly a well-wish for Jack’s future, but… Read More ›
This week is the seventh anniversary of our move from Evergreen, Colorado to Bratislava, Slovakia. The move wasn’t my idea; I had barely heard of Bratislava. My manager had called months earlier and proposed a six-month assignment. Pat and I… Read More ›
As I sliced between duelling Peugeots on the Place de la Nation roundabout, I wondered why it took me so long to build up the courage to bike in Paris. It was nine months before I bought an annual Vélib… Read More ›
The World In Between 