Notes from a quiet Saturday
Notes from a quiet Saturday The coffee was strong and the windows were open. A neighbor played piano somewhere down the block. I read two chapters and finally f…
A Weekend in the Maasai Mara: Dust, Lions, and a Sky That Won't Quit
I almost didn't go. The flight out of Wilson Airport was at an ungodly hour, the little Cessna looked like a toy, and I'd been telling myself for three years th…