In between barbeques and fireworks on Independence Day, travelers might take a few minutes to visit a cemetery containing Revolutionary War dead and give a bit of thanks. Imagine taking on a super power in a place where there were…
One of the great joys of traveling to places that we visit to see other things is learning about their other histories, those that we are not necessarily there to see. I am in Salem, Mass. to learn about witches…
The Bashful Adventurer is curious about the role of the Old Dutch Church in Sleepy Hollow, N.Y. during the American Revolution.
I first meet Gertrude Stein during my Pablo Picasso phase, and my Hemingway phase, and my F. Scott Fitzgerald phase and then I come across her in Bryant Park in New York and I see her resting at Père-Lachaise in…
On view at the Katonah Museum of Art is John Ruppert’s Yellow Orb/Homage to Van Gogh (2014). Some of us see less Van Gogh and more of a giant citronella candle. No matter your interpretation, it’s worth visiting! —Lori Tripoli…
During my nonblogging hours, I spend a fair amount of time thinking about what educators intend to teach students and whether and to what extent students are actually learning what their instructors intend. I can’t help but wonder whether I’ve…
In my on-again, off-again love affair with my Kindle (love the convenience, miss the smell of paper), I splurge and buy a digital copy of The Last Full Service Crocodile Ranch in Quintana Roo (2012) by Richard Hofheimer. It’s an…
My little habit of appreciating a Bloody Mary sometime during any given Sunday probably started years ago at the Colgate Inn in Hamilton, N.Y., back when drinking at age 18 was still legal and Sundays weren’t ruined by multitasking or…
Wouldn’t it be great to listen to what an ATM gets to hear on any given day? There’s an entire arch of a story line, starting with “Do you suppose this is safe?” to “Does it give out dollars or…
