My little one was in a hurry to get back to the ranger station and get a plastic junior ranger badge. It wasn’t anything more meaningful than that. Even so, it felt like a metaphor of some kind. Like her youth is getting further and further away. And when that happens –as I know itContinue reading “Running away from me”
I took this in the Smoky Mountains back in March. It may have been a good year for bear cubs, but it was a terrible year for Chicago Cubs. Wait ’til next year, again.
I saw this scrap of newspaper on a wall in the Walker sisters cabin in the Smoky Mountains National Park. There was a long hike through some beautiful terrain in order to reach the cabin. At the end of the hike, the cabin seemed underwhelming at first. But a closer look revealed that many bitsContinue reading “Write perfectly plain”
When you’re in a climate-controlled cabin in the Smoky Mountains, and this is the view out of the window, there’s not too much to complain about. Even if it is supposed to be Spring Break. Winter came late this year, is all. And next week we’ll have baseball. Can’t beat that.
This is the view from my rented cabin in the Smoky Mountains. In this topsy-turvy world, it seems only fitting to get many inches of snow (with no end in sight) on Spring Break. The adventure continues.
The only trip I can recall taking as a kid was a couple of days in Knoxville, Tennessee in 1978. And today I’m off to that region again with my own kids. Life has come full circle. There will be stories to tell, as always.