October 22nd, 2014 | Education, General, Politics, Popular Culture, Society at Large, visual arts
I was shocked when we pulled up to the Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky. The place was mobbed. We had to search for a parking place. Somewhere I had read that they had upped the entertainment value by installing a zipline; apparently attendance was not reaching...
October 21st, 2014 | General, Travel, visual arts
As my Dear One said, “The Indianapolis Museum of Art is so good, no wonder the Colts wanted to move here.” The city is, in fact, an amazing place for art. And it’s full of nice people and courteous drivers. Real estate is probably pretty affordable, too. Altogether a...
October 21st, 2014 | General, Travel, United States, visual arts
The Columbus (Ohio) Airport has beautiful restrooms! Well the women’s is beautiful; my Dear One says the gent’s is small. But no mind. I entered a well-lit space both immaculate and ample. The stalls feature locks that work and toilets that flush, seat covers and...
September 3rd, 2014 | General, Memory, the world and Mother Nature
The sun has all but set in the muggy torpor of early evening when the storm explodes almost without warning: the pure white of lightning, pandemonium of thunder, warm wind whipping, weighty drops crashing. The deer that had come for their apples disappear into the...
July 29th, 2014 | Education, Genealogy, Memory, Travel, visual arts
I just wasn’t expecting it. We were on the lower level of the Yale University Art Gallery, down among the American decorative arts, just poking about, trying to see a few more things on our way out of the building and out of New Haven. As we veered from a period room...
June 28th, 2014 | Gardens and Gardening, Genealogy, General, Memory, Time Passes, Travel, visual arts
This was the branch that most frightened me, the one most perfectly positioned to do irreparable harm to the monument. Lower and smaller branches had already been removed, opening space around the slender column surmounted by its neoclassical urn. Four of us—two on...
June 25th, 2014 | General, Memory, the world and Mother Nature, Travel
It is the light, it is the air, the dark featheriness of pine and fir, and the distinct chill of a summer’s evening. Our camp on Squam Lake in New Hampshire, my realest “home” gave me this with each visit; and now so does Maine. Whether it was the strangeness of the...
June 24th, 2014 | Genealogy, Health, Memory, Time Passes, Travel
When last I saw him, the blue and lavender and green plaid cotton shirt Jerry was wearing made his bleached-denim eyes bright. The reason to travel to Damariscotta, Maine, was to have more time with Jerry before he loses his way in Time, to have dinner with Doffy and...
June 24th, 2014 | General, Popular Culture
Is the trouble over? Is all my wishin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’—to say nothing of my incessant bellowing at customer service representatives—finally paying off? Maybe. Monday’s and Tuesday’s papers arrived in a timely fashion, around six-thirty am....
June 24th, 2014 | Cooking, Kitchen and Table, General, Travel, United States
Yankees like me favor lobstuh; Chesapeake Bay locals–My Dear One for instance–prefer blue crab. We both love a seafood sandwich and on this trip north we dedicated lunchtime to finding a truly superior lobster roll. A search for “best lobster rolls in...
