The Elephant’s Memory

The prolific novelist and esteemed motor-cycle riding (which killed him, at the age of 49), rebel upstate New York university professor once wrote that the inferior writer writes derivatively -- or something along those lines. And if I were in the mood to write a derivative post today, I would pen some moody piece about…

The Dignity of Sand Cranes

Since returning from Portugal, almost two weeks ago, I have been engaged in a ferocious internal debate:  what should I focus my energies on next (other than preparing to move to Portugal next year)? The choice is ternary: a) Do nothing; hang out; chill; exercise; lose weight; ignore whatever happens with the coming election and…

New Beginings, yet again

A year ago today, I had just arrived in El Gouna, Egypt. Less than 20 hours from now, my wife and I will be leaving for the Algarve. It is amazing how many people we know have gone to Portugal this year; it's become rather popular with Americans, it seems. I can't imagine why. Perhaps…