Commencement
I was going to write something here about real friendship, real colleagues, real work, real beliefs, about how what we do trumps who we are (which is in a constant and . . .
I was going to write something here about real friendship, real colleagues, real work, real beliefs, about how what we do trumps who we are (which is in a constant and . . .
Walking around in Harlem, people hawking their tawdry wares, I am reminded of when my family lived in the British West Indies and I feel that some kind of cycle . . .
When I was a kid I loved building models: the old-fashioned plastic kind you made with airplane glue. . . .
From my sketchbook, watercolor and: She tells my story back to me / she says I’ll live this chapter ‘til eternity – Steve Kilby . . .