Travel
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“What I am, I am by myself.”
Do you ever ask yourself what is the best we have to offer? The “we” here is the species, homo sapiens. I will pass completely on the who or what to whom we offer (the verb implying such: O.E., ofrian, from L. offerre “to present, bestow, bring before”). Not bringing this before anybody/-thing but myself,… Continue reading
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A long way from home.
Can there possibly be a greater American juxtaposition: Portland, Maine to Las Vegas, Nevada? But then Las Vegas (I feel weird calling it Vegas, we’re not that close) makes for a stark comparison to most any other place. I had to go, yes, had to go, to Las Vegas to attend to some last-minute–and unexpected–business.… Continue reading
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House a’fire
I long for verbs, active verbs. Continue reading
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Florence
Carole has called this the most beautiful city she has ever seen and I comment that it is the only city Napoleon didn’t destroy, though I don’t know where I heard that and don’t know if it is even true. It is true that the German’s blew up the city’s bridges on the morning of… Continue reading
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A note on schedule.
Thoughts from a hammock in Guatemala Continue reading
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Bonefish, Sharks, Sunburn and the French
Seychelles George, my friend in France, sent me an email. He had a cancellation on a fall trip he was putting together to the Seychelles. “We’re going to fish two new atolls. The bonefish have never seen a fly,” he wrote. “It should be quite good. Interested?” Of course I was interested. There aren’t many… Continue reading
...the house I live in... 