I am in here.
The possibility of my family’s first visit — with me included — to a destination in the west occurred at the time of the 1968 Winter Olympics in Grenoble. I spent most of that Olympics season watching the skiing events, especially those that Jean-Claude Killy competed in. That winter, Mom and Dad told me that … Continue reading Out West
Again, I find myself in Miami Beach (or environs, rather — I am in a place north of MB called Sunny Isles). The tedium that you hear in the reading of that sentence has been building for several decades. We always came down here for vacations, Easter vacation especially. I went to a catholic girls’ … Continue reading Morning in Miami
1. The cut-off date
Since Frederic Remington saw fit to cast bronzes, my father saw it as a responsibility, of a sort, to have a couple of them around. One of them used to stand on the square oak table in the barroom where I did all of my homework until I was in high school. The figure, a … Continue reading Out West: the bronzes
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