Waiting on a new diesel engine for Cerberus, my sailboat. And then waiting some more.

The prevalence of sprayed insecticides and barrels of agricultural poison was top of mind in 1974. Read on, Starlings.

Now that I am an octogenarian, my sense of risk increases at every turn. At the same time, I have gained an understanding of vulnerability as a character trait that allows me to be more open to what the world may offer.