Sometimes a long walk is in order, not least for those who make a habit of inquiring about humanity’s proper place in the world. “This is my master’s library, where he keeps his books, but his study is out of doors,” William Wordsworth’s servant is supposed to have said to a visitor to the poet’s house in the Lake Country of England. Fair enough. But...
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At first glance it was apparent that the Englishman was a far more serious cyclist than any of us. He wore a skin-tight body suit emblazoned with a heraldic red rose icon and the word “Lancashire” in huge letters. His bike was sleek, expensive, and immaculately outfitted with state-of-the-art panniers, and he had the slightly mincing walk that cyclists...
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The sight of a giant smoke plume on the horizon is one of those sights that I regard as quintessential Arizona. Having never encountered wildfire before I moved to the state, the idea that a swath of forest or grassland could suddenly be turned to charcoal and ash and threaten towns and lives was new and scary and fascinating all at once. So when I was...
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I never learned to be much of a poker player. In school the game we played during lunch periods or at other odd free times was spades, about which I remember very little. No matter. Another game sticks much more in my memory, and it’s one that I still play on occasion with family and friends: hearts. It was my mother who was the prime instigator of this...
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I never learned to be much of a poker player. In school the game we played during lunch periods or at other odd free times was spades, about which I remember very little. No matter. Another game sticks much more in my memory, and it’s one that I still play on occasion with family and friends: hearts. It was my mother who was the prime instigator of this...
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