I’m not kidding.
I slept in my clothes.
A long night of torrential rains, biblical thunder and lightning and white caps on a sheltered cove had finally given way to only a continuing southwest gale. The sun was out. I … Read the rest
I’m not kidding.
I slept in my clothes.
A long night of torrential rains, biblical thunder and lightning and white caps on a sheltered cove had finally given way to only a continuing southwest gale. The sun was out. I … Read the rest
Some have asked. This is what some people pay me to do.
Sometimes I do it for free.
I’d like some mystical wallet in the sky to pay me and my blogging friends for our blogs and we’d make books, … Read the rest
The only thing better than the Anish Kapoor exhibit I saw less than a week ago at the Institute of Contemporary Art in Boston (I wrote about it in two parts, Part One, Part Two) was taking two sisters, … Read the rest