Around the world, huge megaprojects bigger than anything before are continuing to move ahead.
I read a story in the WSJ about an interesting twist on a popular topic, charging electric vehicles, using sensors in the road to power while running.
My kitchen remodeling project hits snags when we once again realize that the house walls are never very straight and putting molding is tough.
The vaccine to rid us all of the dreaded COVID has been administered, my daughter Kate has had the jab and hundreds more shots are being given out every day.
Good riddance to a terrible year when the Pandemic kept the whole world from traveling and enjoying things like hugs, sharing meals and crossing borders.
Memorial Day 2020. A time when I reflect on the places I was and the posts that I wrote at this same time over the past seven years.
Last night we had plans. The first plans in weeks, we made a date to go have a picnic at Barton’s Cove, just as the sun was beginning to set and the light was at its most brilliant. We are starting to do more take out, last night we went to the People’s Pint who […]
It’s been nine weeks of this total closure, people at home. Reflecting on travel to Italy in 2005 with my parents, a highlight.
One of the unexpected joys of the 2020 quarantine is the chance — no, the obligation–to keep in touch with people via these fun Zoom conference calls, or just on the phone.
Today’s date means the same lousy thing in any part of the U.S. and around the world. It’s a day in the midst of the famous pandemic
April 18, 2020 . Written during the height of the pandemic when everything possible is closed, no one is working and fear is all around us. We are deep into the thick of it now, April 18, 2020, this unexplainable, mutual pain that the entire world is facing. It’s nothing like anything anyone living in […]
A Man Who Shared His Thoughts and Told People What He Thought of Them Notebooks of my father. I have a bag of notebooks, journals by my father Nathaniel Hartshorne, that I’ve pored over and I hope to write about. This bag of notebooks, the collected journals of my father Nathaniel Hartshorne, means so much […]