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Ahhhh, Chicago! I especially love my trips there now. There is no downside. An easy bus trip – time to work, read, nap. An even easier El tr...

Rosie and I are riding again. I had to go to campus to pick up exams – Rosie delivered me there and back without incident. True, I have take...

Watching students type their midterms brings back memories of all the many years I myself was studying at one university or another (from 19...

The evening passes. After the initial burst of energy (get me out of this ER place NOW!), I flop down on the couch at the farmhouse. No oomp...

Six years ago, I took up biking in a serious way. Good bye car, hello open road. Within a month I crashed. My wheel stuck in a crevice and I...

The sun rises over the sandy banks of the island in the middle of the Wisconsin River. Oh, it’ll be a warm Sunday. Very warm. And we h...

In my mind, rivers are like cats: they have their own personality, a strong one at that and you better not mess with it, or else. Instead – ...

7:30. Time to get going. Sun's been up for an hour already. If ever there is a fall week-end that begs for something special, somethi...

Time passes audaciously quickly when I am busy. But then on week-ends, when work slows down, time positively speeds. Beyond the speed limit,...

I am up, the sun is up, we are up together. There is a little window in the farmhouse bedroom. Through it, I can see well enough the emergin...

On days like this, I feel I am dangerously close to Andy Rooney, as depicted in a cartoon I saw this week – in it, he comments on everything...

It’s 11 p.m. There, I am forcing myself to stop work. Now... about the post. What? Has the day passed me by?? And it is such a splendid go...

Damn. Summer’s back. Maybe this makes you happy? Seeing all that blazing light, feeling the warm breeze, shedding layers... And me too – I l...