Back to LA today. I cried when I said goodbye to Mom. Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. –Robert Frost
ROBERT FROST
HOME IS THE PLACE WHERE, WHEN YOU HAVE TO GO THERE, THEY HAVE TO TAKE YOU IN
I’ve arrived in my home state of New Hampshire for a two-week stay. One of my first stops was the Portsmouth Pier, where my brother Geordie docks his fishing boat, the Ocean Pride III. There’s something about driving the roads, and especially seeing the ocean, that has a huge tranquilizing/nostalgic effect on my psyche. Actually, […]