I | II Six: I had a long list of things to do constructed for the few interim hours between landing in Philadelphia the night prior and heading up to Middlebury for the opening tournament of what is likely to…
Tag: From the Road
2011: A Vignette Odyssey II
I Two: The Frontier Restaurant in Albuquerque has long been a sort of totem of my relatively limited affection for the world. The things I like tend to be things I like a lot and the Frontier may be close…
2011: A Vignette Odyssey
We’re eleven days into the only year ending in eleven that most of us will live through. And I’ve gone eleven days without posting. This was not a deliberate move – I had no resolution to avoid or reduce my…
Phil’ ‘Em Up
Not much to say today except that I’ve concluded the day after Thanksgiving may be far better than the day of. No, not because of the shopping. I’m not sure I’m going to buy (or accept) any gifts this year.…
Happy? Thanksgiving!
It’s my first Thanksgiving in Philadelphia since 1998, wherein I stayed with my friend Kate and I met her rollicking family and quotations for the ages were first coined. I’m friends with Kate again, after a bit of a hiatus,…
Turnpike
“Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike they’ve all gone to look for America” -Simon & Garfunkel, “America” My new Allison Weiss CD and I rolled up for an early venture into Philadelphia this evening, carrying plenty of board…
Leaving Liberia
About an hour from getting on my way toward the plane to take me away from Monrovia, which means I’m still a good five hours from the plane actually getting airborne. Things run at a slightly slower pace around here.…
Support: A Public Service Announcement
I want to thank everyone for their tremendous outpouring of support as I confront the very difficult task of putting my life back together in the wake of a seven-year marriage I never thought would end. But I’d also like…
Sixteen Days
I’m in Liberia, where my marriage just ended. It’s a long sad sordid tale of woe, to be told in full detail at some point when I’m feeling a little more stable. It’s 29 July in Liberia now, sixteen days…
Mo(u)rning
He wakes up alone, as he has done for fifty-five consecutive mornings. But it is different this time. The feel of the air, the emptiness, the texture and smell of the environs. He has been here before, repeatedly, and almost…