No, technically it doesn’t make any sense, but I’m asking for a bit of literary license here to bend the rules of rhetoric in favor of the experiential world. Yesterday […]

The first call this morning was from Andrew over at the restoration shop. They’d make it all better, but they’d umm, uh… dropped my airplane. Not logistically – they’d physically dropped […]

Really – it was the strangest thing. One of those anxiety dreams, where you’re trying to run to the right train through the Mobeus-shaped station built of slippery water-slide tubes. […]

Haven’t  been on a writing spree here, have I? And this in spite of the perambulations around New England. Poking around Cambridge with Andy and Devon, then up to Dartmouth […]

No, this isn’t an actual “roadtrip” post, though there will be more of those next week, as various parts of the Cohn clan hit the road for Nevada, Boston, New […]