This weekend is the Iowa City Jazz Festival. We went to check out last night’s band, a Latin-style group. They were okay. I’m sure the jazz aficionados were all up in front snapping their fingers and such. I like the idea of jazz festivals, I just don’t get into jazz too much, but I keep […]
My entire life, from when I was young child to just a few years ago, I had gone to the same eye doctor.
It’s been raining on and off for the last few days and there’s been a couple of good thunderstorms. I still say the Gulf Coast takes the cake when it comes to loud thunder. It used to sound like thunder was right at ground level. However, I saw the most bizarre sky ever early Thursday […]
Every now and then The Economist publishes a saucy editorial about the English language. This week, they take on the term “tsar”, as drug tsar or war tsar. They feel it’s a bit overused. I agree, but now I can’t fancy myself the “web tsar” of TerminalMoraine.com. So from now on, at the suggestion of […]
My girlfriend, her kids, and I played Scrabble last night.
I suspect a lot his critics didn’t actually read his book beyond the title.
It’s going to be hot today, so I got on my bike this morning for a two-hour, 17-mile ride to the little town of Hills. Despite its name, Hills is about as flat as this part of Iowa gets. There’s not much to Hills itself, it’s small and cute, but road there has a wide […]
West Branch had its “Hometown Days” fair yesterday, complete with carneys and their rickety rides and funnel cake. The morning started off with a parade of firetrucks, antique tractors, and local boosters. No true floats, but a couple of trailers. No music or band, either, that I saw. During the day, teams played Hooverball games […]
I’m finally finished with “Truman” by David McCullough, my second behemoth book in a row.
Cheering spectators catch candy and beads thrown to them as a float passes by.
The Iowa River roars over the dam at the university’s hydroelectric plant.
I don’t know the proper name of this sculpture at the University of Iowa Museum of Art, so I’ll call it the sun clock. Its two arms rotate against the clear blue sky.
The Bellagio in Las Vegas lights up its dancing fountains at night.
My brother’s backyard grill smoking quietly on on his deck during a sunny Colorado day.
Winter rain falls on a wood duck house in a Kentucky pond.
Heads bob as the visitors follow the ranger down the hill to the entrance of Mammoth Cave.
The Full Monty–the live musical version–is playing at one of the local theaters this weekend, so Susan and I went. She hadn’t seen the movie so it was all new to her. I didn’t realize it was a musical, though it makes sense to make it one since there was lots of music involved in […]
Times Square in Manhattan, busy as always.
The director at the Fire Island Lighthouse was a former park ranger. He brought Ava and me up into the lantern to see the automated light.
Another thing I’ll miss from Long Island are the Atlantic Ocean beaches on the South Shore. These waves are breaking on Fire Island.