24 Hours in NYC
877 Words. 3 Minute Read.
“Post-COVID” New York does not look like “Pre-COVID” New York. There just aren’t as many people. That said, it’s still packed with humans. And not just your run-of-the-mill humans, but that self-absorbed species that parachutes in during the holidays to take hundreds of selfies between West 48th and 51st, undoubtedly scrutinizing each photo for double chins and lazy eyes in a futile attempt to show their “followers” - all 317 of them - how fabulous their lives are.
An Illustrated Life - Artist Brennan Seward
1,012 Words. 4 Minute Read.
STANDING 6 FEET 4 INCHES TALL, WITH RED MUTTONCHOPS, and a penchant for dressing in full Highland regalia, kilt and all, Gordon Cummings, a big game hunter from Scotland, returned to the U.K. in 1848 with 27 metric tons of wildlife trophies from his excursion in Africa. The man known as the “Lion Hunter” then went on a lecture tour with spellbinding stories of stabbing a hippopotamus to death, battling a 13-foot python, and killing countless species that heretofore were relatively unknown to his fellow 19th-century countrymen.
Back to School
291 Words. 1 Minute Read.
It’s no secret that I’ve long missed college. If I had it to do over again, I would’ve studied classics at Dartmouth, joined the ski team, and set my sights on teaching at Yale after getting a PhD in literature. The point is, I never would’ve left a college campus.
An Improbable Hole-in-One
517 Words. 2 Minute Read.
I’ll never forget the feeling because it can’t be replicated. The good Lord only hands them out once, maybe twice in a lifetime. Let’s just say I know how Mickey Mantle felt when he launched his 565-foot moonshot out of Griffith Stadium in ‘53.
California Golf Club of San Francisco
2,021 Words. 8 Minute Read.
I walked in the front door to what reminded me of a gilded age mansion during the off-season; massive, historic, and classically unoccupied. Furniture, though sparse, was unpretentious and handsome. Weathered trophy cases hold artifacts that require a century's worth of history to acquire. Hand-painted maps of northern California reside above stately fireplaces, arched windows line long hallways, and an ornately decorated ballroom sat aristocratically empty. I felt like I was in a 19th-century bachelor pad for robber barons.