Ghosts of the Little Bighorn
The long blades of prairie grass rolled against the breeze coming from somewhere in the Bighorn Mountains. It rustled as … Continue reading Ghosts of the Little Bighorn
Memories of a Young Mind
The memory often emerges from my mind as all good memories do – undefined, dreamy, and romantic. I recall moving … Continue reading Memories of a Young Mind
Beyond the Rose Colored Glasses
Mood. Something about black and white photographs transcends the simple purpose of a photograph. Beyond just revealing what something looks … Continue reading Beyond the Rose Colored Glasses
“An Upright and Useful Citizen”
The cold wind blew heavy out of the north under a clear sky as oars, muffled by petticoats, sliced through … Continue reading “An Upright and Useful Citizen”
They Called Themselves Believers
Sitting on the corner of Tremont and School Street in the heart of today’s downtown Boston is a spot of … Continue reading They Called Themselves Believers
Every Purpose Under Heaven
They huddled inside the white walls of the grand house, women and children, refugees from a war that had enveloped … Continue reading Every Purpose Under Heaven
Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
Sometime before 1717, a man stepped off a recently arrived boat onto the docks of the young settlement that would … Continue reading Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
Early Morning Renewal
It was early. The sun wasn’t quite up when I awoke to the sounds of waves crashing on the shore … Continue reading Early Morning Renewal
Seated by the Sea
“Often I think of the beautiful town that is seated by the sea…” – Longfellow Late in the day standing … Continue reading Seated by the Sea
Dream Chasing on the Honky Tonk Highway
River towns are full of dreams because they are always changing. Sitting at the end of Broadway where it meets … Continue reading Dream Chasing on the Honky Tonk Highway
The Place Where They Cried
These days the headlines are filled with images of protestors filling city streets over perceived offenses. The mass media provides … Continue reading The Place Where They Cried
Shadow City
Vicksburg, Mississippi was a hellish place to be in 1863. By late May the Confederates were hunkered down, sandwiched between … Continue reading Shadow City
Dead Man’s Hand
Aces and eights. A dead man’s hand. So called because that is what James Butler Hickok held when he was … Continue reading Dead Man’s Hand
Late Afternoon Stroll
It’s late in the day and I find myself walking around the narrow streets of the French Quarter. Looking up, … Continue reading Late Afternoon Stroll
The Waiting Game
As we wait and wonder what will happen in the days to come… …here’s hoping that the skies clear and … Continue reading The Waiting Game
Ruins with a Brave Heart
I’d stopped off for a bite of lunch in the Scottish Border town of Melrose. It was a cloudy, cool … Continue reading Ruins with a Brave Heart
Watchers on the Wall
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― George R.R. … Continue reading Watchers on the Wall
An Island of Wilderness
After turning off Highway 64, I drove less than a quarter of a mile down the road until it turned … Continue reading An Island of Wilderness
Heavenly Light in Natchez
Midtown’s Hidden Gem
Not everyone knows how to find it. It is inside the Grand Central Terminal amidst the hustle and bustle of … Continue reading Midtown’s Hidden Gem
A Shrine to Grace and Ingenuity
There is a place in New York City where you can view the stars as a god would, drink a … Continue reading A Shrine to Grace and Ingenuity
Gone on the Rising Tide
“You prisoners of New South Wales, Who frequent watchhouses and gaols A story to you I will tell ‘Tis of … Continue reading Gone on the Rising Tide
Communing with the Ancients
Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my brain I will always be that kid who saw Raiders of the Lost … Continue reading Communing with the Ancients
Moving Through the Borders
Moving through the Scottish Borders on a bus isn’t the ideal way to see it for sure. However, sometimes in … Continue reading Moving Through the Borders
High Kirk of Auld Reekie
It was unusually warm for a Scottish summer. Stepping inside the cavernous interior of St Giles Cathedral was a welcome … Continue reading High Kirk of Auld Reekie
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