My wilderness is a half-mile long stretch of railroad tracks running between Highway 1 to the west, South Douglas to the east, and just north of Rosecrans Boulevard. It is an unlikely wilderness.
The theme for this post is new beginnings and hope. Hope for a new start, for faith that things can get better. This begins as a shaggy dog story, but will return to the theme in the end. You’ll have to trust me on this.
This is the last of three part series of posts on our our trip, pre-Covid-19, to Belize. I am so … More
Things for a little weird right now. I am trying to stay upbeat about what’s going on, but the daily … More
I am in awe of the president. He has the best ideas, just ask him. The latest one is to … More
I woke to the sound of waves slapping the hull outside my lower deck porthole, and the constant drone of … More
Paradise in February – Part 1 of a 3 part series on our National Geographic cruise in Belize.
It was impossible to create a Congressional voting record for the Senate’s work in 2019. While the House passed more than 400 bills, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell chose to bury almost all of this legislation
The fusillade is initiated after a couple of hot, dry, Santa Ana days in late September or early October. Fire … More
I first saw it leaking from the charging port of my new iPhone, a smear of black goo left on … More