The arrowroot was purple and starchy and pasty . It was on the breakfast buffet at next to a steamer tray full of pale yellow corn on the cob. There was coffee, too, and it was quite good, and omelets made by a quiet young man. It had rained sometime during the night; from my …
In literary preparation for my trip to Tanzania, I downloaded Henry Morton Stanley’s memoir “How I Found Livingstone” for my iPad. The ebook is free, it’s in the public domain now and if you’ve got any kind of reader device, you’ll find you have access to a sprawling library of classics. I was giddy when …
Here’s an audio version of this post if you’d like to hear me read it. It includes a track, Savane, by Yukikaze from the album Africa. Thanks, Yukikaze, for using Creative Commons. It’s taken me about eight weeks to prepare for my trip to East Africa. I had to send my passport off for a …
How do these things happen? I don’t really know, and also, I kind of do. A long unwinding of threads, with some, “Really? But how did I get so lucky?” helps explain it, but a lot of it feels like magic. As though things I didn’t know I wanted walked right up to me and …
We had low expectations. We would meet some friends, we would look at some art. There would be a highway drive with the radio on, sunshine, scenery. We would get out of town for the day. So that is what we did. We got in the car and drove East, over Snoqualamie Pass. The roads …