St. Paul Minnesota’s Summit Avenue runs from St. Paul Cathedral, towering above downtown St. Paul for about five miles, to St. Paul Seminary on the Mississippi River. Along the street you can visit The College of St. Thomas, Macalester College, the William Mitchell College of Law and a few tony private schools. There are lots of churches. Although the Catholics control the anchors of Summit … Continue reading Christmas on the Street of Dreams
This train is the highest altitude railroad in North America, by far. It runs from Manitou Springs, Colorado to the top of Pike’s Peak. We rode it in October 2012. Continue reading Manitou and Pike’s Peak Cog Railway
I was born in Jersey City, New Jersey. On my 67th birthday I want to pay tribute to my first home town. I came into the world in the Margaret Hague Maternity Hospital, part of the Jersey City Medical Center. It was named after Mayor Frank Hague’s mother. The medical center provided virtually free medical care to every resident of Jersey City. The medical center … Continue reading Jersey City, My original home town.
We visited the Garden of the Gods, in Colorado Springs, about a year ago. It’s a great place to wander, with views of Pike’s Peak in the background. Continue reading Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs
If my parents could see me they would die a second time. Last night Suzi and I went to Yankee Stadium and I rooted for the Yankees. I was thrilled when the Yanks popped 4 homers and scored 9 runs in the second inning. I cheered when the scoreboard showed Baltimore losing to Tampa Bay giving the Yanks sole possession of first place with two … Continue reading Yankee Stadium
I wrote this on my 55th birthday, November 21, 2001. We had just finished work in Serbia and Kosovo and were home. We had been expats for the better part of 8 years. We had no idea what we would do next, but we came home to a different America. We had watched the World Trade Center Towers collapse on CNN from Kosovo. We had … Continue reading Jefferson’s Monticello, Reflections on Our Democracy
When I was a kid summer vacation meant Wildwood, New Jersey on the south Jersey shore, “Oh those days, those Wild wild Wildwood Days. Every day’s a holiday and every night is a Saturday night.” Occasionally I make trips back through Wildwood. It really is not on the way to anywhere, being just north of Cape May, land’s end for Jersey. But on drives between … Continue reading Doo Wop, Wildwood, New Jersey