Paddling a kayak on the Douro and the Pinhao rivers in the center of Portugal, and viewing two ancient flour mills up close.
ReadUpOnIt with Max Hartshorne
Green River Festival, August 27-29 at Franklin County Fairgrounds, Greenfield MA produced by Signature Sounds for the 34th year.
Porto, Portugal is the country’s second city, it is where I will board my ship on the Douro River to cruise eastward all the way to Salamanca Spain.
I am flying to Porto, Portugal to join a cruise from west to east on the Douro River on the Scenic Azure, a small river ship.
We met up with Todd and Meredith Molloy, the proprietors of the Molloyster Aqua Farm. They took us out on their boat to see the farm and sample the oysters.
I’ve found a new place to share my travel stories in print, next month I’ll start as a travel columnist for the Montague Reporter, a newspaper based in Turners Falls MA.
I picked up a new book from World Eye Books in Greenfield a few weeks ago, after lamenting how I did n’t read enough books and was spending way too much time ‘Doomscrolling,” as descibed in this dreary article in Wired magazine. So don’t want that. So I picked out The Book of Eels by […]
June and it’s over for us here in the U.S. I commented today about how surprised I have been that the pandemic has lasted as long as it has. I have to say, despite whoever is still mask-wearing and fretting, damn it, it’s over. We survived, and it is only weeks before every venue and […]
I’ve been spending what feels like a spectacular amount of time solitary, all alone these past few months, and it has lost the charm it once had. During the height of the pandemic of 2020, it all felt fine to hunker down, day after day, night after night. I spent the first half of 2020 […]
It’s been seventeen months since I last saw my sisters and my mother. Like the rest of us during the Annis Horribilis, nobody has been able to see their families, and for me, it was absolutely refreshing to come down to New Jersey homestead once again and visit with the people I grew up with. […]
It’s hard to describe but anyone who has ever had dread knows just what it is. That looming fear, that thing hanging over you, that potential disaster just a ticking time bomb away. I used to have this sometimes when I worked for companies instead of myself. I was parking my car at the post […]
Music returned last night, what I used to do every Wednesday was again on the schedule. It was great to see the friends who were willing to play inside.