Fifty-three years ago this month my eldest son Max was about to turn five. His mother and I were students in London. We decided to celebrate by taking our little family to Paris. Using Arthur Frommer’s Europe on $5 a Day, we found a little hotel on the Ile St.
We’ve recently published an interview with Dr. Albert Marshall, a revered elder of the Mi’kmaw or L’nu nation, whose unceded territory covers all of Atlantic Canada and parts of Quebec and Maine. The main topic of the interview is the importance of the fact that humans are embedded in the natural world and belong to it.
“Donald,” said Marjorie, “why do you always have to do six things at once?”
“I’m a young man in a hurry,” I said.
“Exhausting for people around you,” she sighed.
I remembered that dialogue recently when I realized that my colleague Dr.
When we drove across the border from North Carolina into Georgia, Charlie Doucet grinned massively, walked back into the battered old motorhome, plucked down his guitar, settled into the passenger seat, and began singing:
Georgia, Georgia –
The whole day through,
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind …
In a friendship lasting close to 40 years, Charlie and I did a lot together – so why does that moment so often come back to me?