A non-holiday holiday
A Danish family came to visit. After barbecues and boogie boarding in the Pacific, it was as though I was the one traveling.
With the campaigns racing towards the election day finish line, the remnants and relatives of my old unions are trying to bring atrophied muscle back to strength.
A Danish family came to visit. After barbecues and boogie boarding in the Pacific, it was as though I was the one traveling.
Kamala Harris is riding a wild surge of enthusiasm, but a devil of doubt sits on my shoulder.
A debate on the continent, between the 35-year-old prime minister and 28-year-old would-be prime minister, stood in powerful contrast to the recent presidential debate here in America, and showed a pathway to the American future in politics.
Baja was a magical place when I was growing up, where great ships had foundered, and blocks of onyx and whale skeletons emerged from the sand, and the creatures of land and sea ruled.
A part of what made me was the fishing and camping trips into the wildland along Mexico’s coast. But I can’t go back.
While Europe invests in the blue economy, our nation sails blind.
Courthouse News spends a golden wheelbarrow-full of cash on payroll every two weeks. At the entrance to the internet, controlling access to the news that money pays for, stands Google.
On a tiny island in the East China Sea, a tsunami warning sends the population hustling to higher ground. The island lies next to an undersea fault in the earth’s crust and has seen the devastation that comes from a big shaker.
The same folks who brought us artificial intelligence are peddling electronic coin and a gizmo to separate us humans from the coming androids.
A great bear slouches our way. We are busy knocking each other about.