What is it about machinery, the proximity of forged, of cast metal, that combination of fire and steel of a machine that has shaped the male psyche of my generation? Will I always fail to do justice to the attraction of the symmetry, the “magic” of artifice, — which strikes home to the male…
Monday, glorious Monday morning… Awaking late, I discovered a day of sunlight softly filtered by a milky-blue sky. For mid-August, today the 15th, air temperature is delightfully pleasant. Why don’t I return to the backyard, lay down in the grass, to gaze at the sky in utter bliss? I feel that I should, or…
A persistent rain is falling. I am happy to see it. Trees will benefit from taking a deep drink of fresh water. These mornings are rare. They are a precious cue to reflection about the kid who still lives within. You know, — that kid who “hated” rain days, always longed to be out-of-doors,…
The morning is paradisical. Even if that is a made-up word… There are no words for adequate description of a fine mid-summer’s morning. My good fortune is to be aware, to engage with my senses the warmth of light streaming from the sun, illuminating the streets, sidewalk, the backdrop bed of black eyed susans…
A received a loan of three books from a friend yesterday. The books were from her library, offered because she wished me to look them over. I am a book lover. One important axis of my life are books which I choose to read, usually purchased from Amazon. I read to live and live…
Some days ago in conversation with a friend here at Starbucks, Alex insisted that knowledge was possible without the symbolic representation of reason. I thought to myself, “What a radical thought.” I think of “knowledge” as what can be diagrammed, presented in the form 2+2=4, or encoded with words and grammar. On the other…
It was an orange 2022 Corvette. That’s me waving from the drivers side, ready for three laps around the race track. The C8 Z51 model Corvette makes 475 horsepower. The jaunty wave of the hand from the car toward my daughter taking the picture, was but a small part of the story. I have…
In a state of vertigo this morning, feeling my way along hoping the words come. Yesterday while concentrating to write an entry for another day, I discovered that a few weeks ago my aunt passed away. I was not aware she was ill. I visited with her a year ago in North Carolina. She…
This we know: Earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. -Chief Seattle Four satisfying…
We arrived at the lake house a short walk from the east side of Lake Michigan. Annually we have a four to five day, all-family get together. The “big event” is the interest derived from being by the big lake. Weather, that is, the wind swept sky, the waves, and the shore itself which…
