Back to the Old Sod

A timeless afternoon at 35,000 feet altitude Somewhere between Amsterdam and New England Nine weeks later, home is on the way. It is light out, and I am sitting in the first row of this old 757 flying west across the Atlantic Ocean. I’m taking a break from a tear-jerking love and death movie, P.S.…

Snowfall in Leverett

Leverett, Massachusetts, USA 8p.m. Well here we go, in mad prep for launching to India and Afghanistan in less than 2 weeks. The snow just started falling and it’s a good night to be indoors and huddled ’round the propane heater.

Fresh Snow

Some days of genuine winter around here, I tell you. A recent New England classic: inches of gorgeous powdery wonderfulness at midnight, by dawn a dense wet slushy concretion of doom. Even getting a narrow path shoveled before one of my few remaining morning baths for some time was like digging a trench through cold…