Silence filled the house. Down in the basement apartment, where Nick, Virginia, and I were staying, the roots of a grapevine adorned with colored glass drops floated in a corner. Markus’ paintings of hairy-footed horses—like Clydesdales—hung on the walls. The horses all seemed to be in motion, running, something that…
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Things—actions, interests, motivations—come to me in phases. I get into a new thing and exhaust it, wear it to death. I think what happens is that I figure whatever I’m doing out and move on to the next challenge. I will become the master of almost nothing. I don’t have…
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We’d been bumbling along two-lane French highways for almost six days. We’d been out to see things. We didn’t rush and run. But all that cross-county movement took its toll on Udo, Virginia, and Nick. They were as ready for a rest as I was to continue. As we neared…
Leave a CommentWe started late. The clouds hung low and threatened rain. I was tired and grumpy after a restless night. The things we’d done and seen the evening before had made me happy, but now I felt like we were on a fifteen-cities-in-fourteen-days tour. Only this time, we were on a…
Leave a CommentNews got you down? Things in the nation and city aren’t on the track that satisfies you? I was a newsman in one of my careers and here’s what I know: Taking a vacation from the news (and social media) soothes, relaxes, and widens a person’s perspective. I don’t pine…
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