It is quite an everyday thing to be stuck in a plane on the tarmac at the Denver airport awaiting it’s turn to get on the runway. It is, however, not an everyday thing to have your plane bombarded by huge hailstones while it is there. At first it sounds like some firecrackers are going off in . . . Read more

It is my last afternoon in Golden, CO. I’m sitting by a window in a café in the small downtown, staring out at the clouded skies, at the still air and the gently moving leaves. Tomorrow I’ll head out from here and move over to another world. A part of me will stay back in Golden, watchin . . . Read more

It was the last day of the camp. All the campers were leaving out in busses and cars, being chaperoned off by the staff to the airport at various times during the day. As had been normal for quite a few days now (or was it weeks?), I had slept for 5-6 hours the previous night and yet was wide awake . . . Read more