The Church Of Beethoven. The next day, our tour guides, Linda and Jim, took us back to Santa Fe where we meandered up the Canyon Road art district. If you can’t find what you’re looking for in the way of art in its countless galleries, you may as well...
Truckin’ Like The Doodah Man. As Jane Austen’s novel, Pride And Prejudice, works so deliciously toward its satisfying conclusion, Mr. Darcy’s housekeeper says of Darcy’s sister, “. . . and so accomplished!-She plays and sings all day...
Still Jet Lagged After All These Days. Finally. This morning was better. I didn’t wake up until 4 a.m. Rather than-boing!-bolt upright, bright eyed, bushy tailed, and ready to be “up and at ’em” at 2:30. Yuck. So, rather than lying futilely...
On As A Passenger. Off As Cargo. I just returned from my trip to Greece. As you may remember from a previous post, I went with Dean, an old friend. A few, quick reflections. Go If You Can. And, For My Money, A Good Touring Company Is Worth It. We went with Road...
The Social Problems That Must Not Be Named It happened on the morning of February 11, 2010. I was walking from my parking spot on the grounds of the state capitol (one of the few perks of being a member of the General Assembly) to my business office on the other side...
It’s Globalist Or Nationalist My sister, to put it mildly, is well traveled. Throw a dart at the globe, and there’s a good chance that, on one trip or another, she’s been there. Or, at least, on that continent. While I’ve been out of the...
