December 16, 2017

Monthly Archives: June 2015

Galveston, Tropical Storm Bill, and the art of hurricane panic

The unsinkable Graham Gemoets, Galveston.

I love Galveston—it’s such a short drive from Houston but such a world away from the city. My buddy Graham Gemoets has a charming little getaway there near The Strand. With Mother’s passing and as hard as I have been working I felt long overdue for a trip and quality time with a friend.  Mr. Gemoets is almost seven feet tall and more outrageous than can be recounted here–he should have his own TV show.  Anyway, a Tropical Disturbance, soon to become Tropical Storm Bill, was churning in the Gulf with all spaghetti models projecting a route directly to Houston. But I …continue reading

The revered Rothko Chapel

Photo by Hickey-Robertson, the Rothko Chapel, Houston.

One of the first attractions I heard about when I moved to Houston was the highly revered Rothko Chapel. But back in 1987 I regrettably knew little about Mark Rothko; I was green enough to stick in the ground and grow. I studied up on Rothko a bit and looked forward to the excursion. So imagine my chagrin when, for the first time, I walked into this esteemed sanctuary and wondered where all the paintings were. But I did find the paintings, they were right in front of my face, and I have been back for many visits… “But nobody …continue reading

A few favorite reads…

Hemingway posing for a dust jacket photo by Lloyd Arnold for the first edition of "For Whom the Bell Tolls", at the Sun Valley Lodge, Idaho, late 1939, by Lloyd Arnold.

A few weeks ago I made a post about the books that I read over the past year (Troysart – A few good reads). And though I received no comments on the blog itself I received a few emails recommending books or even espousing favorites. That got my wheels turning in consideration of my all-time favorite books. And let me just say at the outset, that was no simple task narrow the list.  So here is a summary of what I consider a few favorite reads… “This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don’t want to mix emotions up with …continue reading