My study window looks out over the neighborhood park. I have logged hundreds of miles in laps around that park over the past 24 years, and yet, there is something[…]
During the cold, dreary days of winter, a popular childhood pastime was listening to records. (For those of you too young to remember, records were flat, black, vinyl discs upon[…]
This morning, as I walked through the first snow of the year, I noticed the quiet stillness created by the gently falling flakes. No other form of precipitation produces this[…]