December 19th, 2017 | Cooking, Kitchen and Table, Europe, General, Memory, Travel, United States
Dearest All, A single Japanese eggplant plunked in a pot parked on the edge of the driveway around the first of July was still producing beautiful purple fruit at Halloween. Eggplant parmesan. Ratatouille. A whopping lot of pasta alla Norma. Dan reaped the final...
August 26th, 2017 | Architecture and Design, General, transportation, Travel, United States
The more we travel, the longer our list of patron saints becomes. When our divinities—not all of whom, we believe, have made themselves known– bestow grace, we appreciate our good fortune. When they are cranky or generally feeling punitive, appeasement is not an...
August 22nd, 2017 | Architecture and Design, Travel, United States
I don’t know, because I have never used a dating site, but this must be what it feels like when you show up for that introductory coffee and the person waiting for you has only the vaguest (and not in a good way) resemblance to the picture that originally caught your...
August 21st, 2017 | Architecture and Design, General, Politics, Society at Large, transportation, Travel, United States
I’ve got an old mule and her name is Sal Fifteen years on the Erie Canal She’s a good old worker and a good old pal Fifteen years on the Erie Canal … Low bridge, everybody down Low bridge cause we’re coming to a town And you’ll always know your...
March 20th, 2017 | Architecture and Design, General, Memory, Travel, United States
San Antonio is famed for two things: The Alamo and the Riverwalk. Decades ago My Dear One paused at San Antonio, while on route to California, to see them. He was disappointed. Apparently, the Alamo site was barely a building or two, including the chapel, and...
December 13th, 2016 | Architecture and Design, Europe, Family, Friends, General, Holidays, Matters of the Spirit, Memory, Politics, Travel, United States
Dearest all, I made the pilgrimage on my own, from our moorage on the Danube in Passau, Germany, up the Wallfahrtsstiege, the 321 steps to the Mariahilf. I counted off the Stations of the Cross and contemplated the gifts people had left, pleas for help and...