Ocean

It’s late Sunday and I am at the Boston airport waiting for my flight. There may be a chance that it’s overbooked and I have already put mys...

On any fine spring day, but especially on this fine spring Saturday, the thing to do is to walk. ... to cross Cambridge... ...get on ...

We ate at the counter of Boston's O Ya . Plates of food that astonish and please all the senses. The rain has stopped. We walk to t...

I’m in Boston tonight. Ed asks – why are you going now? You’ll see her at the end of May... End of May! As it is, this will have been the l...

No one I know would admit to being a pessimist. People tend to view themselves as generally optimistic about their own lives (even as they m...

Well, it had to happen. After a break, the deluge. Madison is under an April siege of shower activity. Rain when we arrive, rain this morn...

This post is written in snatches, during the chaotic hours of the last day of travel. Not all chaos is miserable, but it is true that an exc...

We wake up to a beautiful day in northern Italy. We have only a few morning hours in Milan, but, despite my reservations about the city, I w...