There is as yet no scientific term for the eye-blink interval between the end of my last trip and the start of planning for the next one. I...

Speeding by through a car window, Los Angeles resembles an overexposed photograph. The city has a bleached, grimy quality that stands in st...

Octoberfest in Washington’s faux-Bavarian mountain village of Leavenworth was not at all what I expected. Sure, there was slap-dancing, a ...

My father-in-law is a retired Pan Am flight engineer.  In honor of him and tonight's premier of the "Pan Am" television show, ...

Last Saturday Tim Haywood posted a hilarious entry about “free stuff” on his blog “Shallow Pond.” In keeping with his theme I want to thank ...

Although I had a perfectly good job in the early 1990s as a technical writer at Boeing, I felt strangely unfulfilled. Sure, I enjoyed the c...

A series of extraordinary dawns and dusks over Vashon Island