Old-School Dangerous Play

I just spent three weeks in a state of continuous exhaustion with my six-year-old grandson, Goober. Seemed like a good idea at the time, my wife flying out to the Left Coast and schlepping him back for a stay with us on the Right. For three weeks. In a row. In which...

Bad Air Day

[I wrote this post in August 2020, almost exactly one year ago near the beginning of a five-month stay in Northern California. Re-reading, it’s frightening how this summer is more of the same Out West.] My wife and I left our home in the Virginia Tidewater four...

Remembering to Play

We did a lot of activities, new and old, during the Pandemic Epoch. But most weren’t play. Even stuff that might look like play wasn’t, being accomplished with the anxious fervor of the homebound and virus-obsessed. It’s time for us to remember how...

Thing They Call Rodeo

I love rodeo. Really. This might seem strange for a guy who grew up in town and has mostly remained a town rat since heading off to college. How I came to rodeo fandom requires some explanation. Never Could Hold a Job When we settled into the house in Virginia where...

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