A Friday morning in late January.
Last night we had what passes for a winter storm in central Texas. By the time I left work at 7:15, the day’s misty drizzle was meeting up with the 29-degree air and sticking to things such as sidewalks and windshields. Continue reading
Pretty impressive title for an English major, no? It’s how my office mate and I answer each other when the question, What’s up? has no better response. Nothing interesting, nothing dramatic, nothing worth walking across the hall to tell you about. I got nothin.’ Continue reading
We’re having a stretch of frozen nights and nearly-frozen days this week. While I derive a certain amount of comfort from news stories of stranded air travelers and lake effect snow – “up to six feet expected in Buffalo” – this is winter enough for me. Continue reading
At this year’s holiday dinner the subject arose of travel distances. A nephew born and raised in East Texas is now in the Navy, stationed for the moment in Groton, Connecticut. On a visit north, his parents were amazed to discover that a trip from Groton to Boston, say, or from Groton to New York City didn’t entail half a day’s drive. Although in my younger New England life I often found such journeys incomprehensibly long and exotic, now I’ve spent nearly half my life in a state where driving two hundred miles to visit family, or five hours to get to the beach, seems virtually routine. Continue reading