The sky rumbles. Rain pounds on the roof. It is Thursday. Another week has flown by. The doctor called... Read More

It is Friday. I didn't finish the Baltic States story. It is about halfway done. I'm sorry. Next week. The sun... Read More

Friday, August 16th. Another cool morning. Next week's highs will be in the 70s. This year's dog days... Read More

I entered the newish mansion disguised as a bungalow and had the feeling I was an Angel of Death... Read More

The tour is finally over. One more day on my own in Sweden, and then I will fly back to where I belong... Read More

“We have a BWCA.” It was a text from Matilda, the bookstore cat and cataloger extraordinaire. The bookseller was still... Read More