I am in here.
… and the world is starting to look closed-up already. You know, everyone hunched over and hurrying outside, and those in cars with the attitude of “We ain’t gonna open these windows for anything.” No more joy in the open world, no leisurely strolls. And this evening, my son tells me, “Hey, in three years, … Continue reading Monday in winter
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
This is the kind of day that requires one to cough up a memory. It used to be that you could ask anyone that you met, “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?” And you would get an answer. It was the most common cultural milestone. Now, however, it is rarer and rarer — 40 … Continue reading Where I was when…
Got my copy of the latest edition of The National Geographic Field Guide To The Birds Of North America, and am planning all sorts of forays into the local wilderness, such as it is. What I like about birding (one of the many things, that is) is that it has shown me how thin the … Continue reading out into the REAL world
white pebble 