I have discovered being parentless and a sole surviving sibling is that life seems different when you are the only one who remembers family events and stories. This includes my feelings about “stuff.”
Trinity, Mother Nature, and Two Weeks on the Road
I am eating breakfast at a Fairfield Inn in Tucumcari. And drinking coffee. Lots of coffee. I would like to make it home today. Sticking to the Interstate route, 40 to 25 to 10 adds an hour to the trip. So I’m getting on US 54 and heading SW cutting across New Mexico until I […]
Should Be On The Road
I worked my butt off last week and then drove all weekend. It is the Monday before election day. Why is it on a Tuesday? I want an answer. We citizens exercise our right to participate in our democracy, the democratic republic, in which we Americans live — the United States of America. We should vote […]
Family Bibles and Sugar Skulls
The harvest in, food is abundant, and there is time to feast and remember. The day for all souls, a day for the living, and a day for the dead.
Sometimes I Travel
I observed (ever the anthropologist) my friends become early employees of the people whose quotes comprise Valley of Genius: The Uncensored History of Silicon Valley, a signed copy of which I snagged at the summit. And now 40 years later I managed, inadvertently, to take a wrap-up tour of the same area so heavily layered with memories from my youth while celebrating current friends and family.