Road trips, once long ago in my flat, dusty Delaware boyhood, held a special, almost spiritual promise. Getting away — to the beach, to the mountains, on vacation, to Arizona as a young man, just anywhere, really — was everything to me. It was the stuff of Springsteen (Together we can break this trap/We’ll run… Read More A Trip
Years from now, when we’re squeezed hip-to-hip into a stadium somewhere, or we’re side-shouldering our way through a party, or jammed into a vestibule waiting to be seated at a noisy restaurant, these past few months will be little more than a gauzy, annoying tic in our collective minds, to be brushed away and left… Read More Quarantine Reflections
This week, in a normal world, I’d be throwing my sticks into the back of the car, snagging the biggest Coke Zero I could wrap my fingers around, and motoring off toward South Carolina and my annual golf trip with my brothers. We’ve recently established, though — by we, I mean everybody — that this… Read More Whifffff
We churn along in this endless cycle, waking up, zombie-ing through the days, eating, sleeping, repeating, repeating, repeating … (Wait a second. I’ve been told — by my partner in pandemic, my compatriot in Covid circumvention, the disease-dodging doyenne of the Donovan-DiLonardo household ((my wife, Mary Jo)) — that my posts during this coronavirus lockdown… Read More Moving On
We have been house-hunting for what seems like years now. Looking for that Next Stop on our life’s tour. Dreaming of a somewhat smaller, quite a bit cooler place, in a hip town a little farther from the cul de sac and suburban sprawl that we’ve been mired in — happily, I will say, but… Read More Our House
It’s a beautiful spring day in north Georgia. Mid 60s. Low humidity. That tree in my front yard is starting to bloom. The neighbors’ cherry tree is bursting into its full glory. We go for a walk. A kid in flip-flops flies by on his bike. Two carpenters working on a neighbor’s porch pack up… Read More Home, Cooking
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