No. 83 - Perspective in Chicago
1,354 Words. 6 Minute Read.
As I write this, I’m sitting in row 38 on a 737 at O’Hare going zero miles per hour. Row 38 is the very last one with seats that don’t recline because you share a wall with the lavatory – a thin wall, I might add. I thought the fuselage exploded when the first person flushed the commode. I’m not kidding, I about had a damn heart attack.
No. 73 - Museum Hopping in LA
1,460 Words. 6 Minute Read.
And then it happens—the escalator delivers you into the light! Gone is the infernal darkness as you step into a madhouse of ethereal beauty and gargantuan works of art, like Mark Bradford’s Deep Blue, which is fifty feet long and twelve feet tall, and Jeff Koons’s seventeen-foot-long metallic Tulips. At this point, you’ve been in the museum for all of two seconds. It’s positively overwhelming.
No. 63 - Tai chi in the Desert
957 Words. 4 Minute Read.
At some point, I’d open up a book and read until the sun started setting, with a nap here and there. Around five o’clock, the mountain skies turned into a panoramic canvas of violet, peach tones, and swaths of butterscotch.
No. 47 - The Amalgamation of Business Travel & Pleasure
637 Words. 2 Minute Read.
Talk about being in the right place at the right time. Crews were rowing on the Connecticut River as I crossed over Ledyard Bridge; orange leaves were falling, and a crisp autumn breeze was meandering through campus. I instantly fell in love with Dartmouth.
No. 37 - American Road Trip, Part 2
1,032 Words. 4 Minute Read.
The Depth of Despair: Somewhere in Denver, East St. Louis, Atlanta.