Mile-High Class Warfare
Not long ago, I was accidentally seated in First Class on a flight from Portland to Houston. Accidentally, because there were…
Not long ago, I was accidentally seated in First Class on a flight from Portland to Houston. Accidentally, because there were…
We are moving soon from Portland, Oregon to Austin. The one in Texas. The reasons we have decided to move…
“What’s your favorite shark?” Questions like that one, coming from an eight-year-old boy I’ll call Simon, at 6:00 in the…
I write about the philosophy of stealing a day from fate because I believe it is an important part of…
Earlier this summer while traveling in Ireland I met Mickey, an Irish gentleman who came into Con & Maura’s Bar,…
I watched a burglar bicycle past my house today while I sipped cappuccino and watched my dogs wrestle in the…
In a Dispatch a while ago, I mentioned an Irish radio show I listened to one morning while driving from Ireland’s…
There’s a theory (you can look it up and read Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers) referred to as the 10,000-hours rule, which…
I had this vague notion about my first trip to Ireland 15 years ago: that I would seek out some…
I lost my map of Dublin in the toilet of the restaurant where I ate breakfast. Or maybe I left…