My late brother and I had one thing in common growing up: we wanted to skate.
Day after winter day we’d go down to a cleared patch on the nearby pond (we had cleared it) and lace our skates to … Read the rest
Weekend Train
When you love trains and you love twilight you take this photograph.
Eleven years ago this weekend, my brother died at age 56. He loved trains, too.
He called his train set, which rivaled Amtrak’s northeast corridor in terms of … Read the rest