Rolling North on the Silver Star

Rolling north on the Silver Star, An endless olio Of trees, street lamps, and telephone lines Sweeps by me into the past. A steepled church, a mounded field, A Main Street straight out of 1902, A small neon sign on a deserted bar On the wrong side of the tracks, A scintillant pool, two girls walking … Read more Rolling North on the Silver Star


On Holiday

We’re off on a 33-day, cross-continental journey, my husband Roy and I.  (I’d call it a “grand tour,” but I believe that term is reserved for a different continent.)  Whether this is a brilliant idea or a questionable one, time will tell.  It’s ambitious, certainly, especially for a couple of old folks like us. Broad … Read more On Holiday