Remembering a special Good Friday
Three years ago I was living in Fitou in France during a period of decompression and introspection. The preceding autumn had been just…
Read MoreThree years ago I was living in Fitou in France during a period of decompression and introspection. The preceding autumn had been just…
Read MoreDuring one summer in the 80s I had a week’s vacation from my job selling shoes at Marshall Field’s, and after considering places…
Read MoreI was 25 when I took my first vacation by myself. I lived in Chicago at the time and thought it would be…
Read More(Caution: contains coarse language.) In a previous edition we addressed situations in which travelers — aboard trains and airplanes, in cars and trucks,…
Read MoreFood really gets me going. I enjoy eating it, cooking it, planning ways I will cook it, shopping for things I need to…
Read MoreI stepped out onto the terrace last weekend and noticed two bees engaging in some coital flitting-about. Initially I thought it was the…
Read MoreLast year I felt obliged to share at least one criticism of the French, considering how much I wax lyrical about them and…
Read MoreWhen I left my village last spring the earth was just waking up and bursting from its winter shell. Shoots of bright green…
Read MoreI love animals. Kitties, puppies — those are easy. Cows and pigs? Sure thing. Pigeons? I feed ‘em where I see ‘em and…
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