Reminiscing… I was hiking the Monadnock-Sunapee trail on an August Saturday near our cabin on a New Hampshire lake. I was in the woods at least a quarter mile away from shore and I could hear the motorboats, making endless circles around the lake. It was my homing beacon, better than any compass. I could   Read More...

The propeller of the little 9-row airplane that flies from Phoenix to Flagstaff Arizona hums low, the fan warbles at a mid-range pitch, and then the whole plane shakes like the butt-kickers at the IMAX theater as we take off. As we rise higher, the puddle-jumper thrums a pumping pulse about 60 beats/minutes until it   Read More...

It’s a cool August morning at our cabin. The quartz heater next to me plays a perfect fourth over and over as the thermostat switches from low to high and back again. A tractor-trailer truck makes an eerie whistling glissando as it speeds downhill on I-89 near the welcome center in Vermont. Was it a   Read More...