Years ago, I worked with a man who was a curator at the  Honolulu Museum of Art. He and his wife had moved here some six months earlier from Minnesota....

Westbound out of Chicago on the Southwest Chief about a dozen years ago, I awoke on the first morning and peered out my roomette’s window to find that we had...

The Loomis family—my branch, anyway—were all Yankees from Connecticut. But in 1934, my grandfather built a modest vacation home on Captiva Island in Florida.  It’s a small island in the...

I suppose I’ve been to Europe a dozen times and I’ve enjoyed something special on every trip. I have no favorite city or country, although I do especially enjoy France,...