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 ›
nomadic retirement
Time to Head South
The last two mornings in Michigan, I scraped a heavy coating of frost from the car windshield. It was thick and crackly, like vanilla glaze poured over a donut. Since our rental came from Florida, we had no ice scraper,… Read More ›
Imagine
When I was a child, my father asked me not to buy the song Imagine. He didn’t want to give money to something which, in his mind, promoted the abolition of religion. This seemed odd to me; my father was… Read More ›
Of Birthdays and Gifts and Other Things
This week, I celebrated my birthday. Some people my age dismiss birthdays claiming, “I stopped celebrating my birthday years ago.” Frankly, I don’t understand this. Why wouldn’t anyone avoid a day when you call the shots and eat cake? My… Read More ›
“Up North” in Michigan
When we tell people we are living Up North, they often respond, “Oh right. The UP.” But Up North is not the UP. The first time I lived in Michigan, I was in college and learned to use the top… Read More ›
The World In Between 