A whiff of Emeraude takes me back fifty years. Remembrance of things past. We get some odd stuff... Read More

An exhausting weekend. I was away a week and got a month behind. Still, there were fun finds... Read More

It felt so good to wake in my own bed on Monday. I'd gotten back from Morocco on Sunday night... Read More

Going through carts of old books, I came across this sad thing. It felt like a leather-bound book... Read More