The Time is July 5th, 2015, still morning. My Place is Albuquerque, New Mexico. Just a little while ago it was dawn down by the Rio Grande. Quiet. Absolutely quiet. Only...
Could I be just a little flippant about independence on this fine 4th of July? My independence. A cherished but sometimes exhausting state of being. I am told that I was...
Today was going to be about Grand Rapids, a nice little town on the edge of the Iron Range. Birthplace of Judy Garland! Instead, Marsha and I have been working on Ancestry.com...
Chilly green early summer. Mid-day, stretched out on a homemade quilt. Reading Autumn Killing by Swedish writer Mons Kallentoft. Vacation life as it should be lived. Last night’s walk.
We rurally-raised elders remember when people went ‘visiting.’ It went kind of like this at our place: Dad might say “Let’s go over to Knute’s and get some coffee.” Or Mom...
Sunday, May 31, 2015. It’s been two years since I’ve been out to the old place; today Robert, Marsha and me are dropping by. I’ll return later this week for some...
United States history and geography are all about journeys. From the first Asians across Beringia, the land bridge between Asia and North America, to those pious Pilgrims, to yesterday’s Mexican or El...
Rain has re-entered my life. First the unusual cloudy days, many including at least a few raindrops, before I left New Mexico for Minnesota a week ago. Since then more days...
I have a small family. One brother, about eight living first cousins, two children, four grandchildren. The older generations all Euro-American, working/lower middle class, moderately hard-working, usually law-abiding, decently-educated and slightly-boring people....
Morning walk in the almost-rain.