There’s a saying in writing that you’ve buried the lede. It means that you’ve taken too long to get to your point. Perhaps you don’t know what your point is. Or maybe you just can’t bring yourself to say it…. Read More ›
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Wine tasting in Pommard, France
My favorite travel memories, I’ve come to realize, involve one of two things: food or people. This story involves both. Pommard, France October 2, 2021 At the main junction in the village of Pommard, a handful of tourists and bikers… Read More ›
Ten Years After
In September of 2011, we left our home in Evergreen, Colorado to move to a new home in Bratislava, Slovakia. A six-month work assignment grew to a year, then two. It morphed into two years in Budapest, Hungary. Then I… Read More ›
Paris and Chartres
We’ve been in Paris for 10 days; 10 days stuffed with Paris stuff: restaurants, museums, the l’Arc de Triomphe draped á la Christo (and Jean-Claude), photo exhibits, wine and friends. After weeks of fretting, getting here was easy. The border… Read More ›
The present: Paris
If you’re reading this post, it means I’m in Paris. I scheduled it to launch on arrival day—precisely 3 days and 16 hours from when I wrote this sentence. The time has come for Covid and me to coexist; I’m… Read More ›
The World In Between 