I’m carried — we’re carried, nine of us, one by one — in a nurturing arm 13 and half paces from front door to a wrap-around porch from four weeks, three days and a piece of remnant carpet and the 2×6 walls of fir the box of our birth to a confined space of black…
Niagara Skywheel
The last taken looking out window through a mirror on the wall …
Super-Dog
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from Mikołajki) The next morning we sheepishly awoke, had Polish coffee (which is a fine coffee you place in the cup and cover with hot water then stir and wait till the grounds settle, and then drink between pursed lips), along with bread, cold cuts, and cheese … a…
Mikołajki
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from Camping) We arrived in Mikołajki around mid-afternoon after a beautiful and scenic drive north. It was a rather unique experience, actually, because apart from the occasional lift around town offered by Magda and a few other friends, and other than the trip to to Łosice at New Years, we…
Camping
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from Intermezzo) One of our last adventures in Poland proper would be a camping trip that summer in Masuria (pronounced much like the American state) which is the Polish equivalent of Britain’s “Lake District” because of the 2000 lakes the wind and connect through this northern part of Poland….
First Snow
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from A First in My Life) It was the first week in December when the Baltic rains were transformed into the first snow. Ben always became a bit crazy in the rain, just like he did coming out of the bath. But the first snow of Ben’s life was…