The doctor suggested I take a statin. Hiking 85 miles through the Wicklow Mountains seemed a rational alternative. It wasn’t an ostrich response—not exactly. I just felt lifestyle should lead medication. I was less fit than I should be; this… Read More ›
The village of Courtmacsherry–or Courtmac as it’s locally known–sits on the southern coast of Ireland in a region known as West Cork. It’s a small village: 600 residents, three pubs, two tearooms and one street. The mailman is an… Read More ›
If you’re like me, you built up your possessions over time—deliberately. I love to cook and bought a deep fryer for my once-a-year foray into fried zucchini blossoms, purchased the supplies to cross-stitch a Christmas stocking for each of our… Read More ›
Last May, I arrived in Paris with one suitcase large enough to transport Jimmy Hoffa’s body, a smaller and more practical backpack for everything which didn’t fit in the suitcase, and an even smaller–but highly impractical–computer backpack. (Impractical only because… Read More ›
A year ago this week, I retired from IBM. At the time, Pat thought that I’d cry (I didn’t). That I would turn around and look back at the building (I forgot to). And that it would be a sad… Read More ›
The World In Between 