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It was Monday morning and there I was…still in holiday mode. Teresa went off to work and I sat around  blogging with a whole slothful day ahead. I stayed an extra day in order to go a reading in San Francisco; my UCLA writing adviser has a new book and perhaps hearing her talk about it would inspire me to write more/better/brilliantly…or at the very least simply to put words on paper/feed… Read More

This blog, Time and Place, allows me to share thoughts and images from the places I go—and occasionally here at home as well—and to record the pleasures and passage of time with friends and family. For me, Time and Place has two main reasons to exist: Firstly, the pleasure of sharing my modestly adventureous travels and glimpses of my lively and lovely family and friends with the aforementioned, and hopefully a curious… Read More

2018 has been a year of preparation—for 2019 when I join the ranks of the old-old (although that doesn’t officially happen until I cannot make it up Black Mountain). However it is year’s end and here I am—still unprepared. I’ve tried. I have really tried. Climbing up and down the side of that schooner in heavy gear and walking the 10K in the Duke City Marathon. Allotting the reading of history as… Read More

  Sunday, September 16, 2018. Just as I prefer my Sundays to be…it’s a grey rainy day and I have too little to do. I should explain. I have been working somewhat diligently on book organizing ever since arriving at Neset Camping on Tuesday. The book that has emerged in bits and pieces over the last years. The book that has potential, people say. That book, which if I do not write… Read More

Well, yes, there are words. But if we’re talking nationally and, to some degree internationally, they are not pretty words. If we focus in on DC they’re the really bad words our mothers did not allow us to say. So instead of thinking about the negative stuff, let me close out my Time and Place blogging year with a few words about New Mexico and some family photos. I am happy to… Read More

Twenty or thirty years from now, when I’m napping in the nursing home or puttering in the poorhouse (depending on where the Republicans have taken us by then), I want my family and friends to remember that I once did something besides sit in front of the TV shouting obscenities at piggy politicians of the fascist persuasion and drooling into my cream of wheat. I want to prove I once rode elephants… Read More

CAN I COME HOME NOW? 4,046 MILES IS ENOUGH! Here I am in one of the most beautiful places in the world—the Bitterroot Valley—and I just want to come home. Because* *These driving days seem to be getting longer—road work season is upon us/the gas stations all have the same junk food/there are no Starbucks between Sioux Falls and Missoula [and no…there is no good coffee on the road…do not believe for… Read More