Hamilton, the musical, is bright and Broadwayish as it should be, even here in Chicago. I have actually never seen such pre-curtain-up enthusiasm before…the audience was giddy with excitement, anticipation, expectation…it...
Saturday Morning. Chicago. The City. That City Energy. I love it. The El runs right by my hotel and is a much better sleep aide than my white-noise fans back home....
Home means very different things to different people. Now that’s a trite statement if ever there was one—but important to say before I launch into what that seemingly innocuous but really...
It’s true there is an earlier post with photos of this same route on this same day. It would make sense to delete this one I suppose but I few photos...
I met Sissel Neset last year for a most enjoyable evening at Frogner Sculpture Park in Oslo. Sissel’s in her 20s, an accomplished horsewoman, a teacher, a clever and vivacious young...
On my first visit to Norway in 1985, I met Gurine, Arne and Knut’s sister. She was the widow of Professor (I hope that’s correct?) Tallak Froysnes, living in a pleasant...
I’ve saved the pleasure of writing about Norwegian friends and relatives as the wrap-up posts for this summer’s journey. Greenland was life-changing and London was brilliant but Norway, well maybe I...
THE GEOGRAPHER: Greenland means something quite special in my life. I’ve already written about the place and the literature and its significance to me but I must include just a few...
I took this extra day off to deal with re-entry into the real life of Albuquerque and a dusty apartment and a job and the sun. I am trying…or will be...