The Tracks We Leave Behind

The Tracks We Leave Behind

When our subdivision was annexed by the city a couple of years ago, all the old streets were dug up to lay new water and sewer lines. It was a mess for many moons, but they finished it up neatly with beautiful new pavement that was smooth, unblemished and pothole...
Gratitude is Just the Beginning

Gratitude is Just the Beginning

It’s the day before Thanksgiving, so how can I not be thinking about gratitude? Concurrently, how can I not be thinking about those whose suffering contributed to my very fortunate place in life, even if such musing is tinged with guilt? On the surface, it’s nice to...
On the Horns of a Dilemma

On the Horns of a Dilemma

Occasionally, I like to dig into what’s being dug lately, highlighting recent archaeological discoveries in Israel and elsewhere. Teams in Egypt, for example, have been turning up scores of undisturbed coffins in Saqqara, an ancient necropolis south of Cairo, where...
Life Goes On

Life Goes On

Writing on a Monday morning, I find myself sitting on a rolled-up blanket beside the Eno River near Hillsboro, North Carolina, tagging along with my wife’s art group. They’re doing plein air painting; I’m using a very weak signal from my cell phone to access Campbell...
Truth in Advertising

Truth in Advertising

With the voting finally over, Americans may be as divided as ever, but at least we can celebrate together the end of campaign advertisements until the next election. Our blood boils and we shake our heads with consternation that anyone could believe the most polished...