Sep 14

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

May 11

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

Apr 20

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

Mar 02

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

Jul 06

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

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