Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
JUNE 25, 2026 – (Cont.) Our son Byron deserves special credit for having placed the John F. Kennedy Library and Museum on our expedition’s itinerary. It’s not a destination I would’ve included—though not because of any negative bias or lack of interest. Byron himself had never expressed a particular interest in JFK or his legacy, …
JUNE 24, 2026 – (Cont.) The historical capstone to our Beantown expedition was an all too short morning-long visit to the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum on the UMass campus along the Charles River. Since the library and museum opened the year after I graduated from college, I excused myself for never having …
JUNE 23, 2026 – (Cont.) Despite all the time I spent in Boston during my undergraduate days and on my many visits thereafter, I’d never walked the Freedom Trail. It was the brainchild of William Schofield, a columnist for the Boston Herald. He proposed it in a column in March 1951, and just three months …
JUNE 17, 2026 – In a big city with a sprawling subway or underground public transit system—London, Paris, Tokyo, Seoul, New York—the experience is similar: you descend down one large hole in the ground, board a train, ride a few stops, return to the surface of the earth and . . . Regardez! You’ve wound …
JUNE 12, 2026 – (Cont.) Anxiety: My Violin – Part I. Back in January I noticed an imperfection in my A string[1]. Often this is a sign the fine-wire binding around the string is about to unravel. When this occurs, nothing can be done except to replace the string. Easy enough, except . . . …
JUNE 11, 2026 – (Cont.) After the service, one of our “sustainability” classmates, Ellen Shuman (see my 6/8 post), asked if I’d been “nervous” playing my violin up there at the front of the chapel nave crowded with heavy hearts and meditative minds. “No,” I said. Which is not to say that in the months …
JUNE 10, 2026 – (Cont.) I trust that readers who’ve stayed aboard the good ship Reunion for this extended cruise will leave the flares where they’re stowed and indulge me further—through this pre-penultimate “Reunion” post and the concluding two posts, as I describe the full “denouement” of my 50th college class reunion. The Remembrance and …
JUNE 9, 2026 – (Cont.) As the reunion itself unfolded, I realized what an impossible agenda—or more precisely, agendae—it encompassed. On the one hand, each attendee confronted the enormously complex process of reestablishing connections with dozens, even scores of old friends and acquaintances, plus other classmates and spouses. I personally interacted directly (to varying degrees) …
JUNE 8, 2026 – (Cont.) Out of a class of approximately 340 students at an old (est. 1794) New England liberal arts college, all of said students having passed the admission matrix established by the legendary Director of Admissions, Richard Moll, with the able assistance of his right-hand man, the inimitable Richard “Mers” Mersereau, there …
JUNE 1, 2026 – (Cont.) I remember the time about a decade after I’d left the venerable St. Paul firm of Briggs & Morgan for greener pastures over in Minneapolis, when I had occasion to attend a business meeting in the same old First National Bank Building where Briggs still occupied five floors of the …
MAY 29, 2026 – The intensity of today’s reunion activities revealed that yesterday’s engagements were in the wading end of the pool. Today we all swam in much deeper waters, starting with chatting up a storm over breakfast and in the case of seven of us, turning off the lights on the last conversations of …
MAY 28, 2026 – Today we climbed out of bed early to make the day-long trek from Minnesota to Maine (via Massachusetts) for my 50th college class reunion. To be truthful, four years ago when I first started hearing about plans for this occasion, my thoughts were focused on the pending stem cell transplant I …
MAY 27, 2026 – It is in our nature, I guess, that when the Northwind blows, forcing us to pull our collars up and walk with folded arms to trap more body heat, we complain about the cold. Yet, when the tables are turned and the Southwind sends its hot and humid breath across the …
MAY 25, 2026 – This morning after breakfast and Java, I sat at the log dining table at the Red Cabin, pecking away at correspondence on my laptop. Facing the lake exactly 75 feet from the windows, I periodically looked up to check on the scenery. A splendid breeze frolicked across the two-mile fetch from …
MAY 24, 2026 – My parents, bless their souls, were philhellenes and to a lesser extent, Romanophiles—lesser because as I remember my dad explaining when I was quite young, for the most part, the Ancient Romans were “copycats,” the Ancient Greeks having been the source of so much that later evolved in the hands and …
MAY 23, 2026 – I remember asking my mother one evening when I was young, “Would you rather be great or famous?” Without answering it, Mother turned the question around. “What would you rather be?” “Great,” I said. Of course mother had to ask why. “Because . . . Anything can make a person famous if …
MAY 16, 2026 – A year ago, I worked myself to exhaustion planting Norway pine and white spruce seedlings, mostly in the tree garden of Björnholm. As is the case this spring, the ground then was so dry, a walk through the woods mimicked the Kellogg’s Rice Krispies jingle—snap, crackle, pop. After planting the seedlings, …
MAY 13, 2026 – Yesterday evening my wife and I joined a third of the population of the Twin Cities, it seemed, inside a middle school gymnasium for . . . an orchestra concert. The performers were fourth-through-sixth grade string players from each of the district’s half-dozen elementary schools. Included among the fourth-grade violinists was …
MAY 10, 2026 – Rarely do we find pleasure in facing our abject failures—let alone in talking out loud about them. I think this aspect of the human condition is a survival instinct. If we were to dwell on our defeats, we’d sink further into a quagmire of hopelessness, endangering our very continuation as a …
MAY 6, 2026 – Today’s edition of The Times carried a guest essay entitled, “Give us the Aliens” by my favorite scientist, Neil deGrasse Tyson. In his usual jocular style, he poked fun at our enduring perception of aliens as very human-like in appearance—a torso to which are attached, two arms (each with a hand), …
APRIL 28, 2026 – Some time ago I wrote here about my directional disorientation during a family trip to Korea in 2000. I constantly confused the east coast of the Korean Peninsula with the west coast. Whenever I saw or heard mention of one side or the other, my brain would confuse it with the …
APRIL 21, 2026 – (Cont.) Illiana took great interest in the photographs as I displayed them one by one. Many were of her father and uncle when they were young kids, and they brought many fond memories to life. The best of the lot captured the two brothers on the beach by the Sand Bar …
APRIL 20, 2026 – One of the countless wonders of life on earth is that each human being is its own universe. Since the species first appeared, roughly 200,000 years ago—give or take a few millennia—an estimated 117 billion of us have roamed the earth in one state of confusion or another. (According to the …
APRIL 14, 2026 – (Cont.) In many ways, the movie is a celluloid wonder. It had three directors, featured a real live buffalo stampede filmed in Custer State Park, South Dakota and attracted a long roster of the day’s stars: Jimmy Stuart, Peter Fonda, Debbie Reynolds, Gregory Peck, Karl Malden, Richard Widmar, George Peppard, Thelma …
APRIL 13, 2026 – By the time I entered third grade, I was already deep into cowboy and Indian territory—as was the typical white kid view of the Wild West, given the cultural biases that surrounded us back in the early 1960s. This interest arose not from TV shows such as Gunsmoke or The Rifleman, …