It is Father's Day. I am up early to cook and bake, my way to cope.
Many thoughts swirl and I am calm.
I read this editorial and see how we are living in such strange circumstances, still driving and knowing it may not be quite so in the forever way we once thought, and this is always true, and I suppose the circumstances in the world mean we are more and more awake.
From the beginning, I have felt the people who own Wildwood Retreat Center were behaving in a less than ethical way, but Chris and Frieda weren't seeing it and their deposit was set down at the first minute. They fell in love immediately with the place, and it seemed in these modern times everything had to be decided ten months ahead and now here we are. It is so clear to me that even McDonalds would be fine, and I never eat at McDonalds but it isn't about the food, and perhaps that is the lesson in all of this. What matters becomes more and more clear as we age - love and ethics - we get closer to the revolving door and think of how we impact the world with every thought and action. It seems the people who own Wildwood are missing the lessons of the trees. Wave and root in peace!!
By VERLYN KLINKENBORG
Published: June 15, 2008
At these prices, driving simply feels different. For one thing, the margins of
What these gas prices really do is let you see through the illusion of shiny new cars. One of the basic automotive laws is that nearly every vehicle is losing value from the moment it’s driven off the lot. As traffic slowed, and fuel-mileage dropped, through
It was a puzzle, really. It may have looked like we were all trying to get somewhere, there on I-295. What we were really doing was burning the gas in our tanks before it became too valuable even to think of burning. I filled up before I left