Memoir – Page 7 – Clay Russell

When I was a little boy in Houston a cat and a dog lived with us. Lickie the cat was jet black and…

The first time I traveled overseas was the summer of 1973. I was eleven, and my grandmother took my mother and me to…

Some years ago Calvin and I spent a week 1000 kilometers from here in Brittany, in a charming medieval town called Dinan. During…

Today I went grocery shopping, an activity fascinating enough on its own, but it was the travel involved that makes this story especially…

One recent Saturday I was wandering through a town. It was cold and rainy and there weren’t a lot of people out. It’s…

You can take the man out of Texas… The dates of the siege of the Alamo are so ingrained that I always think…

This current stay in France isn’t a vacation and there hasn’t been much vacationlike dining. Still, I’ve managed to squeeze a lot of…

On Friday I went for a hike. (There’s probably a better definition of the word but I consider it a hike versus a…

I was glad to have a sunny day because the view of the Pyrenees from the hilltops around Fitou is magnificent.

As I’ve written here, this trip to the south of France has been my first time in this part of the country. In…

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