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May 23, 2015 Intrigued by South Creek Road, J. and I set out before breakfast to drive down as much of it as we could. (I wasn’t looking at maps — no need to.) It ends in Eighteen-Mile Creek County … Continue reading →
May 22, 2015 My last significant trip to Hamburg, in 1987, had been bittersweet — my brother, sister-in-law, and I visited for about a week to help my dad pack and get ready for his move to Altoona, Pennsylvania. Worried … Continue reading →
For this spring trip, the plan was to stop briefly at Cuyahoga Valley National Park, then head to western New York and the Pennsylvania Wilds. May 19: After taking Petunia to the Hyde Park Animal Hospital and chowing down on … Continue reading →
The Return of Martin Guerre by Natalie Zemon Davis. Harvard University Press. Cambridge, Massachusetts. 1983. 176 pages. In today’s science-based world, where simple DNA tests can help free the innocent on Death Row, the story of Martin Guerre might have … Continue reading →
A War Like No Other: How the Athenians and Spartans Fought the Peloponnesian War. New York: Random House. 2006. 416 pages. In my 50+ years on Earth, I’ve lived through the middle and end of the Cold War, nuclear proliferation, … Continue reading →
This is Wolf Creek at Letchworth State Park in western New York.
I can’t count the times Garrison Keillor has worked the Lutheran compulsion to ply guests with coffee into A Prairie Home Companion. My parents weren’t Lutheran, but the moment they saw a car that looked like it might pull up … Continue reading →
Playing with a new wide-angle lens that has better peripheral vision than I do.
I dread the spring and summer tempests that ravage the Midwest, but I love the clouds of the seasons after the uniform gray of winter.
At a time when the cell phone had become popular but not ubiquitous and the smart phone was still a toy for the affluent, one day I heard someone on the street ask me a question. While thinking, “Are you talking to … Continue reading →