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Amanda Knox was freed from an Italian jail last week. “Whew,” said a friend and RB reader who knew to be worried after reading Donna Leon’s mysteries set in Venice. “Who’s surprised about the prescription drug shortage?” asked a medical … Continue reading →

I know I promised to suggest more book titles with a sense of coastal Maine, and I will, but who could pass up a teaser headline like this one:                        Hip-Hop … Continue reading →

Question of the day: Books may furnish a room, but can they capture a sense of a place? I am 4 years new to Seattle and still don’t know what makes it what it is, except for Charlie and the … Continue reading →

  UPDATE AND REWRITE…               This post is later than late because WordPress changed itself, so I sent it out on email to my 4 faithful readers, but Charlie fixed this latest catastrophe, as he … Continue reading →

GOOD NEWS ABOUT SEARCHING FOR INFORMATION In a world befuddled by dis-information or mis-information, a beacon of light appears in Tressie Macmillam Cottom’s column, “How to Avoid Drowning in an Ocean of Information”. I found it this morning, just in … Continue reading →

O HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY! Most significantly, I am thankful for the half of the voters who gave us a generous future and for the other half who, but for a few, didn’t try to kill our democracy. I am hugely … Continue reading →

Information comes and goes. The how of it? Nobody knows. I care. This is not a post for everyone, maybe not for anyone, but the post is true to its title.  I have been thinking, again, about the flow of … Continue reading →

I thought Charlie and I had found our neighborhood coffee-house, a part of settling in. We tried the latte at five places. We sat inside and outside and checked for noise, proximity, and wheelchair-amenable spaces, tables, and entryways.. We found … Continue reading →

I made it and all is perfect.  Okay, with a glitch or two, but Scott’s rubbery legs have recovered after pulling my 350 pound wheelchair, immobile with a “brake error”, and me, and I am not a feather, up the … Continue reading →