Summer vacation. August 2022: We are heading north on I-81 in Virginia, the Subaru stuffed full with every potential vacation accoutrement: folding chairs, bottles of wine, citronella candles. Pat is driving. Every 25 miles, he asks me how excited I… Read More ›
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying:And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying. Robert Herrick I’ve been quite ill. The sort of illness where you can’t get out of bed. Can’t… Read More ›
“Keep warm old man,” the boy said. “Remember, we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said. “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea Alas, I’m… Read More ›
Paris. Wednesday morning. May 11, 2022. 8AM There’s a communal newspaper on the zinc bar. Every few minutes a new patron enters, browses the headlines, tosses back an espresso, races out to join the race. Families come and go. Kids… Read More ›
I believe in the promise of the new year, and hence I’m committed to formulating a resolution. A few years ago, I added the concept of a new theme and the new year took on an added layer of complexity—and… Read More ›
The World In Between 