Typically we go over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving. Okay, that’s over the Mississippi and through Woodriver, Illinois, to Alton, where Jon’s mom’s apartment is, but you get the idea. Not this year. Taking the advice of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and of Dr. Anthony Fauci,…
Like many Americans, we found ourselves weary and worn as we continued awaiting the results of the presidential election. We were eager to escape the worries and woes of the world. So we set out for Loyd Park on what promised to be a beautiful fall weekend. We weren’t disappointed. A little before 10:30 a.m.…
We arrived for our weekender, anticipating a transition to early fall-like weather. But shortly after setting up Cloud 9 and firing up the grill, we were shocked and saddened to learn of the death of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. After nearly three decades on the court, and several bouts with cancer, she died…
This weekend marked five years since we first began camping at Loyd Park, a little piece of paradise about a half-hour from our “sticks and bricks” home in Oak Cliff. It would be challenging to count the many weekends we’ve spent at our favorite backyard campground, and the many times we’ve extended our stay from…
Once upon a hot week in July, Jon decided to vacation in Phoenix. As the plane was about to land, the pilot announced that the temperature was 117 degrees. The woman in the next seat turned to Jon and said, “It’s a dry heat.” Jon responded, “It may be, but it’s still hot!” Our weekend…
An April 3, 1968, Martin Luther King Jr. spoke to striking sanitation workers in Memphis, telling them the reason he had joined them in their month-long protest of their working conditions was simple: “We are saying that we are determined to be men. We are determined to be people. We are saying that we are…
