One up, one on the way. In comes the water, millions of gallons to raise us 45 feet. A different perspective from our visit to
Our Advisor, Enrique Robinson, leaps aboard. The pilot boat backs away. The ship we’re to follow approaches. Here we go, heading toward the lock.
My mama has a few comfort foods. One is ice cream. The other is a latte. We found both in the area of the Playita.
Mama and I flew into Panama City on the night of February 27 and met up with Michael and Tom the next evening. We had
While Michael worked on cleaning up the storm’s detritus and prepared for the installation of new parts, Cousin Tom readied his world for the rescue
A friend whose blog I follow wrote recently that readers should come dig her out with a backhoe if she failed to post for a
Sea Venture filled her diesel tank and added artesian well water to top off her water tank. This morning, she cleared out of El
Fifteen people commented yesterday, which meant we had fifteen different regimens for writing. I noted that several mentioned writing from the comfort of a recliner.
Do you accomplish your best work in the midst of chaos, or must you have peace? Can you write only when bothered by nothing, or
What a hoot. Michael called and sent these pictures just after they’d taken on fuel for the next leg of the trip south. It seems