Many years ago when living in Vermont, we took a vacation to Bar Harbor, Maine & Acadia National Park. One of the boasts of the area is that, if you’re at the top of Cadillac Mtn at sunrise, you’ll be the first to see it in the United States. So…got up one morning at 4:30…
Looming on the horizon later this Thanksgiving week, Black Friday beckons the highly commercialized and materialistic West to shop. Luring us into the darkness with promises of unbeatable deals on everything from diamonds and luxury cars to toys and clothing, shoppers are urged to forgo sleep to take advantage of door-buster bargains, and then shop…
In contrast to the bright hues of springtime, the variegated greens of summer, and the warm colors of autumn, winter can seem somewhat drab—bare trees, white (if there’s any snow) or brown ground, and short, often cloudy, days. And yet…. Driving across the Rock River bridge this morning, with the sun barely over the horizon…
I’ve never been a great fan of winter. Sure, as a kid I had fun sledding, building an occasional snowman or two, and battling a bit in snowball wars. But I’ve always preferred the warmer days of spring, summer, and fall. Part of the reason for my distaste for the cold weather is surely due…