That’s my Middle West—not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the...
I've been sneaking vacation photos into my Year in Review posts, as we've had the opportunity to go farther away in recent years. The travel switch flipped when the kids got old enough to remember their adventures, so that during these trips, we can emphasize differences in culture and lifestyles...
Yesterday, I headed out for a regular training run. It’s my Twin Peaks Mt. Sutro loop that I crafted a few years ago and quite enjoy but don’t all that often: South Peak, North Peak, over to the UCSF trails on Mt. Sutro, down through the Parnassus Campus, and up Eighth Avenue toward home. As I...