2012-02-09T16:48:36-05:00 urn:uuid:a3a81e0a-4ab4-40cc-9691-ea5cf25484af urn:uuid:68eb7d3b-e4c6-479c-bc68-1c805cb70eb9 2010-04-08T13:12:00-04:00

On Palm Sunday morning in Cooperstown, the streets were cold, windy, and mostly empty. Then, a miracle. As if fire alarms had been pulled, people poured out of four major churches, marched through the streets, and converged into a congregation of four hundred in the middle of Elm Street. In two hundred years, the village had never seen its like of this.

urn:uuid:af8fbace-680f-40a7-8767-9cba9ea7b012 2010-03-25T01:00:00-04:00

As Easter approaches, bleak news on the candy front. Cadbury’s, the staid old British firm that produces such splendid cream eggs, has itself been gobbled up by the American giant, Kraft.

urn:uuid:98d16391-1933-4624-9048-b0dbddea9db2 2010-03-12T00:00:00-05:00

There was a fine adventure during our first week in England, but I’d like to tell you about one in the second week first. (Did that make sense?) During the first week we were visiting the Throwers, down in Chichester near Portsmouth.

urn:uuid:b0010a26-cf98-4c2e-85e4-dcf32314b7bc 2010-02-26T11:47:00-05:00

Anne and I are just back from three weeks in England. That’s a trip I never expected to make again.

urn:uuid:d7d9e707-0fd6-4251-b552-f9c3e601e7f5 2010-02-12T11:03:00-05:00

I don’t mean disrespect, but I hope some future pope will wise up and canonize deceased people who, though not Catholic, magnificently embodied Christ’s example and teachings. What a giant step that would be in acknowledging all of God’s children!

urn:uuid:711d1d53-55c7-473e-92eb-2cfb0884a505 2010-01-30T12:50:00-05:00

You know, it’s almost like paging through a photo album. Every New Year’s I pull out the last year’s file and rifle back through them, recalling the columns and enjoying again the pleasure I had writing them for you. OK, let me be honest: I wrote them for me, too. It was fun, even if steadily harder work.

urn:uuid:d37735cc-1b05-4783-8de9-882c7f02f4bf 2010-01-01T00:00:00-05:00

Anne and I decided we wanted to get away for Christmas — travel to somewhere fresh and exotic, full of adventure. We chose Milford Center. Only twenty miles away, I know, but far from Fly Creek’s breakneck pace.

urn:uuid:5cc0b953-948d-419b-9af4-503d8805f79f 2009-12-17T00:00:00-05:00

Lovers of dogs and cats reading the following will understand at once. Another reaction will come from those who just don’t understand pets: ``Well, you fools! It serves you right!’’

urn:uuid:3cec4e8e-1e33-412e-9f38-17b9303a0f6a 2009-12-04T15:20:00-05:00

What about the swirling currents that move us through our lives? Sometimes, like a floating leaf, we tumble over shallows and rocks; sometimes we snub briefly against a shoreline. What about those currents? Is some plan spinning itself out, or are we carried on and to the end by sheer chance?

urn:uuid:0923956f-d615-4393-a0ee-49e144be4219 2009-11-19T09:57:00-05:00

Every Thanksgiving I think of Huw Lewis-Jones of Liverpool, England. He’s a cousin of my late first wife, and he and his wife Catherine, both doctors, are dear friends to Anne and me.