Memoir – Page 7 – Clay Russell

It was the spring of 1996 and I was selling men’s shoes at Saks Fifth Avenue in Chicago. The suit department was next…

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.

Clay Russell