I am usually an over packer. This weekend was not a particular exception. The problem was - I packed for a warm Mid Atlantic spring, and found myself in a cool, muddy, New England...almost-spring. And I was wearing strappy flat sandals. I hadn't been up to Middlebury, Vermont in 20 years (for once, not a … Continue reading The Land of Inns and Maple
Charles Bukowski once wrote a poem called Nirvana. I discovered it many years ago via Tom Waits reading it on his Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers, and Saints album. I don't know what it is about this poem - but I've listened to Waits' recording over and over again, and like to pretend I've found some piece of it a … Continue reading Did you notice the magic?