My grand experiment arose from a search for the perfect
apple. On a crisp autumn day before Covid struck, quite by chance during a
pumpkin farm visit, I bit into a Cortland apple.
Mmmmm. Tart, sweet, juicy, and crunchy. Perfect.
A look at life by a writer who is glad to be here
My grand experiment arose from a search for the perfect
apple. On a crisp autumn day before Covid struck, quite by chance during a
pumpkin farm visit, I bit into a Cortland apple.
Mmmmm. Tart, sweet, juicy, and crunchy. Perfect.
Carol LaVesser Salinger and me - friends since age 8, and Rome roommates |
Last week, when I joined a reunion of Loyola University’s Rome Center, I became part of a living human example of an abstract mathematical construct.
How do we learn? How do we remember? And what has that got to do with “Pipeline,” the Chantays hit from 1962? My head has been full of such wonderings since I bought a piano this spring, and started playing again after decades away from the instrument.
My dear niece Ashley
suggested I try “Poldark” on Amazon Prime and here I am, well into season three,
caught like a wiggling fish in a net. I may turn up my nose at
bodice buster novels and soap operas, but PBS magic plus the beautifulness of
actors Aiden Turner and Elinor Tomlinson have me in their grip. Sometimes I even
find myself saying “t’is” and “t’was,” for heaven’s sake.