Our world’s run amok. Hatred dominates. Freddie Gray and Michael Brown die at the hands of the police and Baltimore and Ferguson erupt in riots. People loot and burn the property of their neighbors. They turn on their community and make it safe for no one. They create a wasteland that will only promulgate more …[ read more ]

Rome–no place on earth exists with the glory of Rome. Ruins rise from ruins and bloom into glorious works of art. No other place exhibits this more than the Basilica Santa Maria Degli Angeli. And no place on earth exhibits this more than your own life. Neil, my husband, and I scoured the Termini section …[ read more ]

Before the victory We should be like David You are like Michelangelo. And my husband has the traits of Michelangelo’s famous sculpture, David. We had finally made it to Florence, and Neil had orders. We would not leave Italy until we’d seen Michelangelo’s David. I’d seen the Pieta , and thought seeing it again, although desired, would …[ read more ]

Main Street Malone, NY had been my hometown since 1980. It has a world class golf course headed by PGA president Derrick Sprague, a beautiful ski resort and masses of wilderness. Little else except wonderful people I love to pieces. Few people knew of its existence until the recent manhunt for convicted killers Richard Matt and David …[ read more ]

Look closely at the gondola to the back. The prow shows the Venetian flag. Venice. The city of romance. And the city of those gondoliers. How does one get to be a gondolier ? It’s not as easy as donning a black and white stripped shirt and building up your bi & triceps. First of all, …[ read more ]