From June 8, 2012
Sunset slips off the edge of the wing that brought me along the second leg of my trip to Connecticut last week. I was in Charlotte in a plane that was shaped very much like a long cigarette. When the grandma sitting behind me with her three grandson said for the world to hear that she was having a panic attack, I had to laugh at myself. She was saying what I wasn't. The little girl sitting with her dad across the aisle from me so enjoyed the view and the city lights that magically became Christmas lights as we climbed into the night was so happy--she was giggling and clapping--that I decided there and then to catch myself on and enjoy the damned flight even if it killed me. And I did even though it didn't.    
From May 26, 2012
Sunsets back at the ranch these days are looking a lot like this one over the Intracoastal. Talking with some colleagues this week about how we came to be in this area, I learned that we agree this view and the sounds of the ocean (which, I've come to realize, is an onomatopoeia word) are why.