The snow falls softly at first,
big thick flakes that melt on impact,
then picking up steam,
blow sideways
and form a shimmery, gossamer veil
that steals the moment
like a half-rate, ham actor
chewing the scenery and upstaging
what is earthy and real,
hiding it under drifts of glistening white

but when...

In planning our long cross-country trips, I’ve settled into the sweet spot of about six hours of driving each day.  This allows us to get up for a leisurely breakfast, and takes into account any needed lunch and gas stops, ensuring that our arrival is before dark.  Dave...

In June, when we drove cross-country with our grandson, we purchased a senior pass for the National Park System.  Good for a year from the month of purchase, it has to be one of the best deals around.  It costs $20 for a senior citizen and anyone in the car.  I think after five...

the heavens wail and keen
  throwing cold, wet darts
slickering and slippering
  the snaky mountain roads

but even without sun
  to make them shine
the hilltops give off
  a holy golden glow

the Midas touch, sprinkling
  the slopes with aspen yellow
will not be dulled
...

on the Kansas prairie
  in a distant town
he is startling starlings 
  as the sun goes down

weary from his travels
  and not home yet,
larking after meadowlarks
  until the sun has set

chasing crows and cowbirds,
  wistful over wrens,
unflinching around finches
  as the...

For the last two summers I have served as the chairperson of the Epworth Historical Society.  Our committee of twelve oversees the Epworth Museum in our historic hotel, built in 1894.  One of the men on this committee is a docent at America’s National Churchill Museum in Fulton,...

Upon checking out of our hotel in Evansville, we began our trip west in earnest.  I had not planned on stopping again until we needed food or gas, but my navigation app directed us to within a couple of miles of New Harmony, Indiana, the first place where Dave and I did summer theatre...

In October Descanso Gardens, a beautiful botanical garden in our community, produces a family friendly event called “Carved”.  With hay bale mazes for the kids, huge plots of jack-o-lanterns and other light installations, hot cider and a pumpkin carver on site, it is a little...

We arrived in Evansville on a Sunday afternoon.  On the drive into town, we stopped by our alma mater, the University of Evansville.  The campus was so quiet.  It’s amazing that Sundays in the Midwest are still a day of rest, everything in “shut down” mode,...

In the fall of 1978, after about a year of traveling, we were called by an Episcopal church in Evansville, Indiana to present the Family Bible Jamboree! as the sermon during their Sunday morning service.  As we stood in the narthex, peering through the small windows into the large, ornate...