trains

Mr. Pids, Paris

On my way to Barcelona, I stopped in Paris to leave a suitcase at a friend’s apartment.  I am sure this part of the plan was worth it.

So worth it because I met Mr. Pids.  He’s nine months old, and is actually named Piddles, but I think this is one of those names based on premature impressions.  Mr. Pids is a fine young hound now.  He kept me company all afternoon as I tried to stave ... Continue reading »

La Grange, IL train station

I get away from the beach madness of Southern California in the summer to the quiet countryside of Western Illinois.   But it takes me longer to get from Newport Beach to Macomb than it takes me to get from LA to Paris.  This normally isn’t a problem.  The trip happens once at the beginning of the summer.  Then weeks later, at the end of the summer.

But this summer I had to leave Macomb right ... Continue reading »