From the Shores of Introspect and Retrospect

Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove? O Pyramus, arise! Speak, speak. Quite dumb? Dead, dead? A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes. These lily l...

There were so many different grains of sand that fell this year. Each one very precious. Each one with significant purpose and meaning. I l...

With enormous love, little Peanut

There will be quite a bit of metaphorical reference in this one. Suspend your disbelief for a bit and walk with me on this incredible journe...

I'm glad that I have the photographs, because somehow the entire adventure seems like a dream. Was it real? Sir Walter Scott memorial in...

Okay, it's been FAR too long since I put anything up. I think it was that last post... it was so long that it became an intimidation; so...

Happy Thanksgiving! Viaggiatore and I would like to extend our best wishes to all of you for the holidays. For those in the states and our f...

There are no New Years' resolutions. But there has been a promise that is late in being fulfilled, one which is being brought to fruitio...

To a man who had such an eventful life... and who is 613 years old today. James' life was in danger at a very young age, so his father s...