I re-named it. My bike. It’s called the “Montrealer” now. Amtrak once operated a train called the “Montrealer.” It ran from Washington, DC to Montreal, and during each trip it rolled through the little town of Berlin, CT, a place where I spent many formative… Read More »Big Announcement!
Cartoons in The New Yorker are among the best in the business, and I find them unceasingly funny. I recall one published a few years ago that has taken on new meaning as we say goodbye to 2020. A father and son are watching the sun rise… Read More »An App That Freezes Eyelashes?
Biannual. Defined as occurring twice a year. The June and December solstices. The beginning and end of daylight savings time. Trips to the dentist. Replacing the batteries in our smoke detectors. Thanking our veterans for their service. Wait, what? Veteran. Defined as a person who has served… Read More »Because Of The Brave
Jimmy Buffett once sang “We all got ’em, we all want ’em. What do we do with ’em?” Although he was talking about relationships, the same could be said about goals. Many people have goals, and many people want goals. The problem with goals, particularly… Read More »It’s Never Too Late
The Weminuche Wilderness. 500,000 acres of pristine land in Colorado, roughly the size of the state of Rhode Island. I was on top of it, standing 12,688 feet above sea level on Table Mountain, staring slack jawed at a herd of elk in a valley… Read More »‘Scuse Me While I Kiss The Sky