Bones of Memory

In the beginning—time still untarnished by tongues of friends telling tales of unrequited passion and by knowledge yet to be understood—pockets and purses held the roots of recollection: tickets torn to their stubs, clovers plucked for their leaves of luck, valentines pasted with tinseled love, prized dance cards, dutifully, if not lovingly, signed by Curt, by Joe and … More Bones of Memory

Catnap

It was a day when the sea lay still, merging its salty wetness with the waiting edge of the sky and the clouds were filled with fish, so thick that I saw them— in full color, I might note— darting and turning through bursts of beta waves before losing their way in the deep. There were … More Catnap

“There are no rules of architecture…

“for a castle in the clouds.” — Gilbert K. Chesterton The Charles W. Morgan, the last of an American whaling fleet that once numbered more than 2,700 vessels, lies at rest in New London, Connecticut, first stop of her 38th voyage, made in celebration of her complete restoration. Capable of carrying approximately 13,000 square feet of sail when fully rigged, the classic … More “There are no rules of architecture…