Hi, I haven’t written one of these little posts in such a very long time that you’ll be forgiven for thinking that I’d lost interest–or perhaps for thinking that some guy named Guido had broken both of my thumbs and they were healing badly. But the real reason I haven’t written is the usual reason […]
I used to think that my wife had an infinite supply of ChapStick. It was seemingly everywhere, the car, the kitchen counter, the knapsack. It was in every room in the house, on many of the shelves and in many of the drawers, even, inevitably, rattling loose in the clothes dryer with all of the […]
Hi, It’s difficult for me to write about the labor movement without coming off like some sort of supercilious asshole. So generally I don’t write about the movement at all. Too bad. I suppose that we all realize that every new day presents the opportunity to reshape the world around us and to redefine that […]
For a kid who grew up in Pittsburgh or in Seattle, or in the “other” Washington for that matter, thatched roofs have seemed somewhat exotic. For me, a thatch roof brought to mind not a musty damp hovel on a rain-swept heath in medieval England–you know: the place with cats and dogs slipping from the […]
There aren’t a lot of Americans here in Las Galeras. The few who live here as “residents” are more occasional visitors rather than full-time occupants in the village. Katie and Paul are the exception, and Katie is simply exceptional. Paul is retired, I think from the constabulary in Boston. Except for three or four weeks […]