A Sunday Times article about dream homes – the wanting and the waiting for and the rare but happy acquisition of – reminded me that I was fortunate enough to live in my own dream home for a number of years. It was a 1936 granite bungalow in Columbia’s Shandon neighborhood. Hardwood floors, smooth plaster ceilings, glass doorknobs on […]
One of my favorite StoryPeople cartoons is of a man in a little green boat feeding a fish. The caption reads: “How can you be sure it has a soul? she said. You can’t, I said, unless you’ve got one yourself.” The atheistic conviction that we’re already dead is as impossible for me to take seriously as […]
As routines go, the one I’ve fallen into here is at least as good as a sharp stick in the eye, probably better. Coffee and reading at the Coffee Company from 7 to 9, walking or reading or both beside the water until whenever, blogging and work orders back at the inn until dark, then […]
