Gristmill: Chore Life
Fallen leaves. Is there anything in the world less satisfying to deal with?
Point of View: The Dragon Slayne
After Edmund Spenser
Guestwords: Polio Flashbacks
Tired. So tired . . . I want to lay my head down. So heavy.
It’s 1947, a hot, late-summer afternoon in Bethesda, Md., where I’m in first grade at Bradley Elementary (named for Omar, the World War II general). I’ve walked my bike home on the path through the woods, past the spot where we kids hunt and eat wild strawberries at recess. Too weak to pedal. I’ve made it home by holding on to the handlebars and lying across the seat. A few steps. A few more. Another.
Howard Lebwith, 90, Dentist and Runner
Howard John Lebwith was recognized around town as the dentist who ran, sometimes from his house in Springs all the way to his office on Main Street in East Hampton. Mr. Lebwith died at home, surrounded by his loved ones, on Nov. 20 at the age of 90.