A Ghost Rises From a Smoky Past

Inspired by the recent prompt about being a good neighbor, I’ve been reflecting this week on some of my past living situations. Today’s entry concerns the room I rented during my second year in Berkeley. My first year I lived in the International House dorm, but I couldn’t stay there over the summer, and soContinue reading “A Ghost Rises From a Smoky Past”

Just Add Walls, And Stir

Yvonne Shafer, a professor of mine at Ohio State (I know, I should say THE Ohio State University, their official branded name), once likened a decrepit building she saw to the original set for Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, as designed by Jo Mielziner for the 1941 Broadway premiere. I thought that look wouldContinue reading “Just Add Walls, And Stir”

No Place Like Home?

What do you love about where you live? Recently I was renewing my clearances—those hoops we need to jump through in Pennsylvania after the antics of Sandusky, Paterno, et al at Penn State made everyone who works with children a pedophile until proven innocent. One of the requirements on the forms is to list allContinue reading “No Place Like Home?”