Monthly Archives: September 2011

Baquari’s Wife

Last night was one of those sleepless nights when you talk to yourself and everything you say is absolutely brilliant and your clarity of vision could solve world hunger, bring economic stability to Greece, and make peace in the Middle East. … Continue reading

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The Big Chill

Kensington Garden looks tired. So much purple, lavender and violet. Intimations of mourning. I travel to Oxford. A sign at the gate to the university botanical gardens warns me that the gardens are past their prime, but I should make time for … Continue reading

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Evaluating History Past and Present

What would I do without friends to keep me up-to-date? Despite my keeping a calendar, I’m always missing something: I’m always “a day late and a dollar short.”  Or not, if friends call or E-mail to keep me on track. A week … Continue reading

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Eating Local

Living at 8,000 feet in a Colorado valley between the Wet Mountains to the east and the Sangre de Cristos to the west, I have great respect for the 60-day growing season. The local… I want to write “joke,” but in reality it … Continue reading

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Fragmented First-Person News

Today, September 11, I thought I’d check out Grosvenor Square, home to the U.S. embassy and the 9/11 memorial to the 67 British citizens who died on American soil. I had not been invited to join the mourners or the luminaries to … Continue reading

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9/11 Ten Years On

Based on the header, you will know that I am back in London where coverage of the 9/11 terrorist attacks is non-stop. I feel as though I’ve over-eaten. It is too much for me, so it isn’t much of a stretch to think that it is … Continue reading

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Nature / Nurture

Leaving Colorado on Tuesday, the first day of school for most communities still tied to an agrarian calendar (for nostalgic reasons if not agrarian), I saw school children standing at the roadside awaiting the bus. Several impressions struck me. First, despite the morning’s chill, … Continue reading

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