Locomotive Breath

 Waiting for the Jungle
a suffering of words

Category: Musings

3000 feet of perspective on beauty

Last weekend I went flying with my friend Rob who is earning his pilot’s license one choppy flight at a time. We flew a 4-seater Piper Archer, a single propeller aircraft from the ’70s, painted white with a dull blue stripe running down the middle. The kind that has hard plastic seats. Taking off west […]

Demise of the Rennaisance Man

This happens to me sometimes. I visit the library and browse the shelves, step back and look at the books – thousands of them in long neat rows -  and a wistful knot forms in my stomach. I get the sinking realization – this sense of tragic irony – that I’ll never be able to […]