Tag: Venice

  • Something of a Discordant Essay

    Several days ago I caught David Lean’s Summertime on TMC. I had seen it in 1955 when a teenager and one scene, I dimly recall, I could not grasp, but now I do. Oh do I. But I am getting ahead of myself. The following morning at breakfast with my wife I…

  • On Having and Holding This Mobius Strip of Ifs

    A few days ago I received the initial fifteen free copies from the publisher of my new book.  Always exciting, fulfilling, intellectually and emotionally nourishing to see one’s new book fill up a box. I reached in for my first copy and relished the delightful  rich royal blues of the new cover…