All good medicine

When I was a child, I didn’t mention a sore throat to my mother unless said throat was really, really sore. This is because of the magnificent procedure she had adopted in treating such maladies. This approach was known colloquially as “painting your throat.” Step one: get a right-sized twig off the forsythia bush out […]

My little iron horse

When I was growing up, my sisters and I were enamored by the stories written by Laura Ingalls Wilder, also known as the Little House on the Prairie series. (For those of you thinking, “Oh, I remember that TV show,” it’s not your turn to talk. These are books.) Early on, my favorite part was […]

The one and only Warthog

In the early 1970’s my parents paid three hundred dollars for a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. This “impala” was a great growling beast of a four-door sedan. My father took one look at it and christened it the Warthog, explaining that this was a much more apt description of its basic properties. Among its many physical […]

Catch me if you can

I have heard it said that there are no atheists in foxholes; I think the same could be said for the experience of flying over an Alaskan mountain range on a clear spring day, albeit for a very different reason. As I look out the airplane window, I succumb to the ever-present temptation to take […]