Today’s joy, of the street music variety. An older woman rhythmically walking a pitbull down a park path this morning, a little strut to it, the dog pulling on the leash, her headphones over stocking cap (for it is October now), singing loudly with an accompanying...
As are many in these merry days, I am re-considering my relationship with the incessant yammering of the body politic. How to stay in proper balance with the information needed as a responsible citizen, of course, and how to stay somewhat shielded from the needlessly...
Before I saw this sign, I had started an essay about business branding versus business personality, about how it seems that the first can be soul-less and opportunistic, and the second full of human presence and quirkiness. I also was thinking about how individuals...
I’m going to a birthday celebration this month. It’s for a sloth. You can come, too; it is open to the public! Lovely Chloe is turning 21. Chloe will be receiving guests in the Tropical Encounters exhibit at Como Zoo and Conservatory in Saint Paul, Minnesota. There is...
I always carry books on a train, in case my attention to the scenery outside the train flags. A book would offer the opportunity to step away into another world. But I never read, because the view rushing by never flags. The panorama rewards, and even requires,...
I was today years old when I figured out that my grandparents had told me a story that is apparently not true. In my slow summery childhood, I traveled with them on many Fridays out of suburban Chicago, past industrial Gary, Indiana, and up to Michigan. Before the...
