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He can smash a drive 300 plus yards; more significantly, he’ll hit it straight down the middle of the fairway. He hits greens in regulation, chips and putts well. He has recently begun breaking 70 for 18 holes on a championship-length course. Oh, and he’s only 15. And, of course, I hate him. “Those who […]
I turned 74 on this most recent European trip. I also became even more introspective, well, because I could, given the pleasant hours spent with little more to do than stare blankly into the fast moving French and Italian countryside rolling by me on a high speed train. In the final analysis, it occurred to […]
It’s become sort of a catchphrase in our lives together. “I don’t want to see this in a blog,” Carol will tell me from time to time. Something has happened that has made us both laugh, and usually out of embarrassment: a foible, a slight mishap or just something you’re glad no one else […]
Don’t have time to write? Don’t worry, we will show you how to write, between picking up the kids and saving the chicken you forgot in the oven.
Carol noticed a cobweb stuck to my shorts and opined it had formed naturally from a recent, lengthy stay on the couch. Today, I’m going to provide my most devoted readers with a peek behind the curtain of what a writer’s mind looks like when there isn’t an idea present anywhere near it.
Moses might probably understand, but that’s about the only one. And even he would note I wasn’t looking for any Promised Land.
In June 1971, I left the United States, and spent the next nearly three years traveling abroad. Always with very little money, I amounted to little more than a vagrant for a good portion of that time. On the positive side, I was genuinely looking for some place and station in life where I belonged. It had never occurred to me in that time of my life that in order to find what you’re looking for, you need some idea of what that is.
I asked Carol if she thought I should go on hiatus from the blog now that our travels were done for a while.
“I suppose the readers could use a break,” she said.