dave in the shack

I saw Sam Baker, folksinger from West Texas, in Princeton a couple weeks ago and have had his four CD’s on my changer ever since. God they’...

I can’t imagine that I haven’t written this same post before. Every year spring wakes me up. Joy and warmth find their way into my old and...

It wasn’t exactly a pilgrimage. I attached no real religious significance to my trip to Machu Picchu. It wasn’t exactly a lifelong goal. ...

A blog reader posed this question: “What did you mean when you said you got hung up in Ecuador in 1976? I thought you did anything you wan...

As travel days go, it was not by far the worst. We met up in Morris at 10:30 a.m., packed the equipment in a trailer, headed to the airport...

I have left so many things unfinished; topics merely introduced, follow ups promised, to do lists not done, sequels languishing somewhere th...

I put my coffee cup, a little brown cup I bought at a second hand store in 1980, upside down on my wood stove. The cup says “Mitch” on the ...