Just lay your hardware on the table, cowboy, and keep them hands up high. Last Sunday, I bumped into Ron at the hardware store. In the central Midwest, where I live, it’s not unusual to meet an old friend pushing his cart full of home repairs, especially on a Sunday. True Value and Ace are...
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April 1, 2002June 22, 2022Correspondence
Busing to Byzantium
A couple of springs ago, my daughter and I took a bus from Thessaloniki in northern Greece over the mountains to Istanbul. The trip was ghastly. In an effort to save some money, I had found us seats on a local—a big mistake. Despite the promise from the ticket vendor that no smoking was allowed,...
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February 1, 2001April 21, 2022Vital Signs
The Ax, the Scythe, and the Pen
As we speed along the information highway at the close of one millennium and the beginning of another, it might be wise to stop for a moment, if not by woods on a snowy evening, at least at the next rest area. When Robert Frost slowed his mare to a halt that December night a...