The Law of Unintended Consequences In June, 2001, I published my first article in the Stowe Reporter. It was about, as the estimable...

Author's Note: Stealing directly from Boston Globe sports columnist Dan Shaughnessy, I offer my version of Dan’s “Picked-up Pieces”...

Each morning at 0730 from Monday through Saturday, the invisible airwaves of VHF channel 66 crackle with life, tickling the bright...

Ever since we arrived in Grenada over a month ago, we’ve been getting lots of cards and letters from the folks back home asking us...

For weeks we had been eager to get out on Camino, our Beneteau Oceanis 381 Clipper sailboat and sail, but we were busy working on boat...

In the movie Volunteers (one of the great comedies that came out of the 80s), John Candy’s character, Tom Tuttle from Tacoma, bumbles his...

When we began this journey, there was a serious honeymoon phase, where we indulged fantasies of 54’ Amel monohulls and 52’ Leopard...

Those of you who have taken buses in other parts of the world know that when I use the word “bus,” I don’t really mean “bus.” I mean...

It is a lot, and we are not even sailing yet. Before we go any further, there is homework. Your job is to Google everything I bold in...

One forgets. Time does that, and we have just had an unreasonable dose of time to push us into forgetfulness. The past fifteen months...

When Chantal returned from her journey on the Camino de Santiago, she was energized in all areas of her life, and full of stories about...

Homo nihil scit, nisi qui legit. The answer is simpler than we think: Read anything. Read now. I am not a reading snob. Reading is not...

Last night, two unusual things happened: We gathered for dinner with friends, and we talked of traveling. Those assembled were no...

While this does not specifically qualify as a blog post, it is a post about a blog. In another life, I was an innkeeper. From November...

The idea of Cliff Clavin as a metaphor for the decline and fall of the United States of America is interesting because at the time of the...

There it sits: Draft #2 of my novel Where Dogs Live Forever, created on a 1969 Remington Mark II portable manual typewriter. The...

It does not seem to make any sense. From afar it is a non sequitur. Where does it fit in? Not with teaching. Not with writing. Not with...