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. It was perhaps ten o’clock in the morning and I greeted him casually as we passed on a walkway in one of the museum’s open…
I have been remiss. There was a time when I was posting something here four or five times a week, but I just checked and it’s been seven days . . . in fact it will be a week by the time tomorrow comes around and you check to see if Loomis is back in…
As I write this, we’re in the middle of a tropical storm. I’d guess the winds are now gusting at 50-60 miles an hour, maybe a bit more. It’s raining hard and–trust me on this–you have never experienced heavy rain until you’ve gone through a downpour here. The heavens open up and it pours, steadily…