This year, I am telling Vic, “Buy your own box of Pop Tarts. I’m not sharing!” So he does, which of course works out for the best because he likes the chocolate ones, while I prefer the fruit-filled ones with frosting and multi-colored sprinkles. They are healthier.
During the high tides of May, the horseshoes crabs of Delaware Bay rush the beach to lay their eggs. It’s a feast for the returning migrant birds as they hit the shore and one of birding’s great spectacles.
I finally found a junk store in Boston with a box of lost photos. This makes me unreasonably happy. This one of a Peugeot bicycle dealer in France is related to several others that I did not buy, mainly architectural photos. They all have the same typewritting on the back in an odd blue ink.
Austria 1939: boys on ski vacation in a world quickly about to change.
For no reason, I’ve been picking up things on my walk to and from work that catch my eye.
Who are these people? How did they decide to go to Morocco? Did they enjoy themselves?
Lowell is not a lovely place. It is neither particularly cheery nor grand. But I was completely intrigued and had never seen anything like it.
There is nothing like a good soak in a mineral bath if you’ve been biking. Here’s how bathing in Budapest works.
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be in Verdun, sitting under the trees, smoking my pipe with my bike. Finally, at 34, I have done this.