Yesterday I headed down to Woodstock to meet the girls for a little shopping and some catch up time. Although I had been down that way just a couple of weeks ago for a show in Bearsville, it felt like far too long since I’ve simply walked around town and checked out the shops. If … Continue reading Peace, love and cupcakes – Woodstock, N.Y.
British Invasion
On my very first trip to Europe, in 1988, I made a new friend, A. He was wearing leather bike gear, with a scruffy face and charming English accent. The attraction was immediate. We made a connection that led to numerous transatlantic flights and were lucky enough to explore a few amazing cities together. It's … Continue reading British Invasion
My home is not broken
I attended a meeting recently and was struck to hear a colleague describe a student's home as being "broken." Of course, my reaction is personal and I'm probably just being hypersensitive, but it really bothered me, particularly since it was offered as an explanation for all of a particular child's academic, social and personal issues. … Continue reading My home is not broken
Gobbling it up
As I extracted the flyers from today's paper promoting Black Friday, and even Thanksgiving Day special sales, I couldn't help but wonder which "door buster" item would cause an injury as consumers rushed in to buy one. Would it be a television? Maybe a toy of limited quantity but mass appeal? We can read about … Continue reading Gobbling it up
Whole hog at The Purple Pig
One of the best parts of being a runner is the license it gives one to eat. Believe me, pushing through a ten mile run is a lot easier when you know that the evening's meal is a reward worth working towards. My second Chicago run led me along the lake, north of the Navy Pier … Continue reading Whole hog at The Purple Pig
Finding my rhythm in Chicago
I started this post the day I returned from a quick weekend away at the beginning of a week that ended up feeling really long. I've got a folder full of these aborted writings, but I decided to revisit this one after catching up on last Sunday's New York Times. The featured magazine was about … Continue reading Finding my rhythm in Chicago
The Girl and the Goat and I
Heading into Chicago I had only a few intentions – to run, to eat and to nap, all on my own schedule. Knowing that the city had no shortage of great restaurants, I decided to do my best to make it to a couple of them, without making reservations or arrangements in advance. I didn’t … Continue reading The Girl and the Goat and I
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