An Ode to the Caribbean
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all Watched the men who rode you switch » More
We’re Going to Ireland
The only thing tougher to escape than Irish sand traps are Irish pubs. Tom Coyne Two weeks from today, my feet, back and liver will sacrifice themselves upon the alter of the golf gods for » More
Surviving Sedona
Sedona is Arizona’s answer to Carmel, minus an ocean. Lee Geiger It’s 6:30 on a Friday evening in Sedona, Arizona, with the setting sun beaming a transparent light over the rust-colored spires and buttes that » More
What I Believe
All right, you sons-of-bitches. You know how I feel. George C. Scott (“Patton” 1970) One of the few economic formulas I can recall from my undergraduate days at that conservative Petri dish known as Claremont » More
The Road to Italy, Part III…Val d’Orcia
Italia! O Italia! Thou who hast the fatal gift of Beauty Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage Pigeons…I’ve traveled ten thousand miles to wake up to pigeons. The Pretty Blonde, courtesy of ear plugs, lies bone-still next » More