I was a little afraid to return to Frenchglen, because the winds of change have caused havoc everywhere. I nurse poignant memories from times I was here–2006, 1997, 1993–with my…
Janet has always felt like a passport to happy times. On more instances than I could possibly count, I have received waves, honks, thumbs up, smiles, invitations to park, questions,…
They keep getting more developed…but all come out of the ground at 108-135 degrees. This is an observation I sent to my research department at home, but in fact did…
In August everyone flees to the beach. I fled north. This is yesterday evening in De Panne, Belgium; a blessedly cool and windy one. I left Moulins in the morning…
