The 2026 Adventure, Part II: Where the Pictures Fly Through the Air
(Continued from Part I.) Lower Manhattan is much as I remember it from last year's visit. Unfortunately, check-in at my hotel is, too. As with last year, I'm at the…
The 2026 Adventure, Part I: Savannah, via Baltimore
With the school year over comes the gift of time, at last. Unfortunately, by the time the school year is over, you barely have the ability to rub two brain…
The sepia tones of nostalgia
My friend Mitchell Hadley, one of the best writers I know, published an interesting piece yesterday about looking back on your own past. In an instance of uncanny timing, he…
Endings, beginnings and the in-between
It's over now. The school year, that is. The last two weeks have been a whirlwind, full of demands of all sorts: not just final projects, exams and all the…
The final round
Today is the final round of the Masters tournament. As I do each year, I'll spend much of the afternoon watching. It's the only time of the year I watch…
This old truck
About seven years ago I was at a family get-together at my parents' house. When everybody else had left, and it was my folks and I at the kitchen table,…
Paid in full
A few days ago I did something I've been looking forward to for a long time. I made the last payment on my car. How I got here was an…
Time capsule: December 26, 1982
At Christmas 1982 I got a very special present. The year before, Santa had brought my brother a Sears stereo that had a cassette recorder with microphone jacks. I'd driven…
My time in Eden
Music and I have had a strange relationship. I've always loved it, but music hasn't always loved me back. For one, I have no musical ability of my own. I've…
Take a break, Driver 8
For those of us in the teaching business, so many things not related to teaching have to wait until the summer months. Even then, some things we do have some…