The flock of Canada geese on the hill raises necks like periscopes from unmown fescue. They watch, turn heads slowly, like spies, expressionless, awaiting contact. I cast another worm into mushroom cloud sunset. My bobber twitches; Moscow is listening.
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The annual Johnson County Community College Night at the Nelson-Adkins Museum of Art brings something like 700 students to the gallery. Faculty give presentations on art and art history associated with particular pieces or collections. The lectures last fifteen to twenty minutes with questions and answers until the next round…
One CommentMy parents are in town. I spent the last week dreading the day they would come. But like most things I fear, their arrival and stay has been less traumatic that I supposed. They have revealed themselves once again to be just people, regular people who happen to be my…
Leave a CommentMy friend Joachim, Josef and Marlies’ son, was diagnosed with cancer in October 2010. When his wife, Kristine, told me the news, I was struck dumb. Joachim and I had been together as friends for over 25 years. He was, in many ways, my soul mate. He had prospered, a…
Leave a CommentThe most bothersome thing about travel but that makes up most of travel is waiting. We wait for the next train for several hours. We wait in line at the food shop. We wait to get into the museum. It’s fair to say that I spend the majority of my…
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