Tag: Grindrod
John Grindrod: Time’s passage and the now New Year’s Eve
Well, we’re down to the final 120 hours that, again, has for me gone faster than a lightning strike. I suppose, despite the myriad...
John Grindrod: Over time, a house becomes like George Bailey’s
Each Christmas season, the old classics run on a continuous loop on our TV sets, and I’m not talking about all those Hallmark Christmas...
John Grindrod: Putting a fall bow on a Maine sojourn
This week I’ll put a bow on my Maine musings. Jane and I made the drive to Bucksport for a two-day layover at the...
John Grindrod: The autumnal pleasures of Maine
Following Lady Jane and my departure from Cooperstown and dealing with those annoying tolls for the rest of New York and on through Massachusetts...
John Grindrod: Fall trips, a nip in the air, bursts of color
There really for me is no better time to travel than autumn. So, until winter officially arrives 20 days hence, memories of my mid-October...
John Grindrod: Thanksgiving, some thoughts on tomorrow’s and yesteryear’s
OK, so here we go again, tomorrow’s holiday, one that for years has been my absolute favorite, Thanksgiving. It’s really been my favorite for...
John Grindrod: A photo often equals a lump in the throat
Lady Jane and I have quite a bit of fun with photos, trying to identify a trip we’ve taken in alternating rounds of five...
John Grindrod: Taking Thurber’s dog on a walk back in time
A while back I read an article written by Holly Zachariah of the Columbus Dispatch that made me smile and for more than one...
John Grindrod: There’s such a thing as getting a bit too close to nature
Having turned the corner on the meteorological version of Dolly Parton’s “Coat of Many Colors” with the different hues of those deciduous trees’ droppings,...
John Grindrod: Here’s to the perfect wing person
In late April, Michael Collins passed away. Collins is such a common name that there were probably those who may not have placed Collins...
