Flagstaff, Arizona, June 9, 2020. Partly to escape the heat of southern Arizona this time of the year, partly due to being quarantined with COVID and partly as one of our regular, longer camping trips we drove north about 300 miles through Phoenix, a sprawling southwestern city, 5th largest in the U.S We were delayed
These lyrics, from Willie Nelson, could be our theme song: “On the road again Goin’ places that I’ve never been Seein’ things that I may never see again And I can’t wait to get on the road again Here we go, on the road again Like a band of Gypsies we go down the highway
I saw a street last week named “Camino Sin Nombre” and I wondered why? Did whoever is in charge of naming streets run out of names? Or did the people living on the street decide they wanted something original and unique? Regardless of the origin of the street name, the experience ignited my thinking about
Missing the exit, the one indicated by the GPS, we waited for the recalculation. There is so much in that short sentence that applies to the rest of life, I thought of just stopping with that, enough for now. The heavy traffic was proceeding both fast and slow in unfamiliar territory, a multitude of expressways,
We can all look back and remember a teacher or two who made a difference in our lives. I’ve used that exercise when working with groups of teachers in a professional development setting. However, this is not about looking back, but rather the present and looking ahead. I have two teachers currently in Mexico. One
Monday morning I boarded a train (BART) to ride from Pleasanton CA to the Oakland Airport, just five stops before getting off and onto the two-car shuttle to the airport. As the train filled with people, I mean really filled, within the 15 minutes before leaving, I found myself looking down at the floor and
