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
The Road to Italy, Part II…Orvieto
Take my hand and grow young with me. Don’t rush. Don’t sleep. Be a beginner. Light the candles. Keep the fire. Dare to love someone. Tell yourself the truth. Stay inside the rapture. Marlena de » More
The Road to Italy
Of course the Italians lost World War II. They had to stop for lunch Susan Morgan Orvieto…Val d’Orcia…Chianti…San Gimignano…Lake Como. Over the course of fourteen seductive days, The Pretty and Blonde and I celebrated thirty » More
Ten Questions
Time, flowing like a river Time, beckoning me Who knows when we shall meet again If ever But time Keeps flowing like a river To the sea The Alan Parsons Project, “Time” (1981) They travelled from » More
Double-Nickel
I’m too old for a paper route, too young for Social Security, and too tired for an affair. Erma Bombeck “Fifty-Five is getting up there, Little Brother,” greeted Robo at 5:30am Wednesday morning, wishing » More