Monthly Archives: March 2015


It wasn’t funny really, yet nearly forty years later I smiled, almost laughed, as I thought of it while walking on the treadmill. What makes slapstick tickle my ribs, even real-life slapstick? Aunt Lacy and I were in Cincinnati on … Continue reading

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Transatlantic cruises: she was going somewhere, but where?

I was seated next to her at dinner, her husband on her other side. Her hair was silver and short, her large eyeglasses in a frame that faded from blue to green, as did her dress. She–they–were in their sixties, … Continue reading

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Coming from Harwich, UK, the Celebrity Century is greeted by the pilot boat at Bermuda five days after Hurricane Gonzalo made a direct hit on the island.

In October, Todd and I spent two weeks cruising from Harwich to Ft. Lauderdale. For a video of a pilot boat coming to our ship in Bermuda, click here.

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What train travel was like on the streamliners of the 1950s and 60s

I’m gradually scanning my railroad memorabilia collection online  at  The dome lounge, below, ran on several of Santa Fe’s streamliners. Photo/drawing from a Santa Fe Railroad brochure published in 1960.

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North Dixie Highway: review and interview with author Joseph D Haske

  A prologue explains that no single “Dixie Highway” exists, but instead the term applies to roads south that reach as far north as Canada. Haske’s story lives in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Publisher Texas Review Press offers, in part: “Weaving … Continue reading

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Little boys boxing? The Way We Were

Life magazine cover, May 16, 1949 As part of my birthday tradition, each March I leaf through a bound library volume of April to June 1949 Life magazines that I found at a used bookstore.  I was a year old when … Continue reading

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