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 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…
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…
Reality
The new week begins with an event we've been anticipating for a while. Since November, there has been an endless array of think pieces about what it all means, what…
What might have been
January 2, 2025 As I write this, I'm in a hotel room in Athens, Georgia, a stone's throw from the University of Georgia's main campus. Tomorrow morning, I'm meeting with…