For our 12th anniversary, the brunette and I drove up to Savannah. We stayed at the Olde Harbour Inn (you know it’s old because of the “e” at the end), dined at the Jazz’d Tapas Bar and had lunch the next day at The Crab Shack out on Tybee Island. It was one of those rare excursions where everything went perfectly. I guess we’ll have to do […]
Me one, Grim Reaper zero. Booyah.
Imade a lot of memories during my recent sojourn in Montana. I climbed a couple of mountains, had a couple of longish alpine hikes, enjoyed a few sunlit days on the shore of Flathead Lake. I also canoed a stretch of the Yellowstone River near Springdale, which is where I almost drowned. I’m not kidding. On August 31, I came pretty close to shuffling off to Buffalo. […]
They don’t build ’em like this anymore
A clear day in August, not too hot, and I am tooling down Montana 287 in my brother’s 1975 Pontiac Grand Prix. It has power seats, real wood accents on the dash, and a slight shimmy at 75. The long delta hood forms its own horizon, and the octagonal ornament at the end of it seems about a mile away. This car, two tons of Detroit iron, […]
I remain on summer vacation
People often ask me: How does one go on vacation when one doesn’t really have a job? It’s easy, really. You do it on the cheap. You stay with your brother and borrow his car, and occasionally allow him to buy you lunch at Subway. You don’t feel too bad about it, because you tell yourself you’d be just as generous were the roles reversed. Anyway, I’m […]
The boy is back in town
Finally home after a 3,600-mile road trip, with a new resolve to post here more frequently, finally finish that damned novel, and mow the lawn, which has gone primitive during my two-week absence. That last will have to wait, since it’s raining now. You can mow a lawn when it’s wet, or you can mow it when it’s a foot high, but you can’t do both. So, […]
Flathead Lake and deep summer
No disrespect for Wichita, Kansas, but there are better places to be at the end of July. Surely the best of them would be here on the west shore of Flathead Lake, watching the placid water under a dome of pale blue sky, the mountains a somewhat darker blue in the distance. The morning air is as smooth as a silken pillow, cool as the underside of […]