Monthly Archives: September 2018

“‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.”–Tennyson, “Ulysses” He had come to New England in the third quarter of his life, had come to where the October highway forked and he could see now that the road he … Continue reading →

In the fall we drift along the tree-lined streets of unfamiliar places. Leaves cover everything: sleepy cars and houses sidewalks and our coats. My son drags his foot beside the curb like a street-cleaner but even he admits we could … Continue reading →