On a gondola with Lynn (far left), Jim and Jean. Lynn and Jean had never been to Europe before this summer. Britain, France, Italy. A whole new world opened to them, vastly different from East Aurora, a suburb of Buffalo. Lynn at Piazza San Marco. From food to dress to language, everything was unfamiliar. The …
Piazza San Marco. I continue in this post my journey through Italy. Too quick, too hurried, but fascinating all the same. (I dream of the day when I am not beholden to an employer any more and I can travel at will.) The train ferried me from Verona back to Venice on a warm Sunday …
From Denver airport, we drive to Steamboat Springs — a place that is as pretty as its name sounds. The slopes are closed for the summer but plenty of people are still around. As is the snow atop the mountains. On this day, everyone is excited about the sun. It’s the first day in a …
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