To him who in love nature holds

To him who in love nature holds

The last time I thought about William Cullen Bryant was in 1982 when most of my friends were wandering around the hallways at Xavier High School sort of glassy-eyed and mumbling the last stanza of Thanatopsis. “So live, that when thy summons comes to join   The innumerable caravan, which moves   To that mysterious realm, where [...]

Buttering up Grandma Peggy

Buttering up Grandma Peggy

More than almost anything else, my mother loathes butter. Her standard breakfast order -- dry toast, crisp bacon, eggs scrambled hard -- is a mandate not a request. Should butter appear on her plate, she will lose her appetite for the entire meal and the offending restaurant will face her non-negotiable butter boycott. So, when [...]

And more, much more than this, she rode the subway

And more, much more than this, she rode the subway

My mother traveled more than 2,000 miles to celebrate her grandson's birthday, but the real indication of how much she wanted to be a part of Charlie's 30th celebration happened after she got to Manhattan. That's when Grandma Peggy, lifelong germaphobe and avoider of big crowds and closed spaces, rode the New York Subway. Start [...]