...And there she was, encamped in the front reading room, chatting and smoking.  My heart did a little dance. My eyes blinked from surprise and relief, to see her again. She seemed spot-lit and radiant as I slow-walked past her, urging myself to stop, but not stopping.  Read More

I was taught early on that there is no theater like NYC theater.  And also that there is no glitz like NYC glitz, no corned beef like NYC corned beef (or bagels, or pickles, or rye bread), and no swagger and sass like they can do in NYC. I have always been a rube in Gotham.  Read More

Let us set aside the mechanical act of moving the clock hands forward, and think instead on the clock's underlying  connection to the seasonal changes in our natural world... Read More

My glasses are gone, but the Retrospect survives. Read More

"A farm family ambience, sifting compost piles of memory, tilling soils of a late lamented culture..." Read More

I've always liked trains, especially those that are clean and fast, and headed south to Pennsylvania Station in New York... Read More

Happily the forecast is for more and bigger wind. Read More

I was wrapping up my three racing day visit, up to my elbows and knees in routines I had wallowed in most every summer since 1975.  Read More

May my mother not box my ears. May the traditionalists in the party crowd notice nothing amiss (except possibly rouge highlights in the salami crust). Read More

I hope I can order the salami early enough to avoid the cost of last minute delivery via cab from New York City. Read More