The Wormlips Scrapbook

So… let’s take a break from putting up my old childhood programs and return to the present. Man, is it smoky here in northern California. Yesterday, Anna, Lulu and I hiked on Mt. Diablo, marveling at the absence of other hikers and at our inability to see clearly from ridge to ridge because of the [...]

Here are pictures I took today on my seven-mile hike with Anna in Tilden Park. My mother-in-law, Helen, once referred to the dry, summer hills of California as “burnished,” which (she would have known) derives from a Middle English word for “brown.” I’ve always thought it was an evocative description of the shine of brittle [...]

Saturday I decided to drive to Grass Valley to see Teej & Richard at the Rancho. The three of us got to yacking and stayed up way past our bedtimes—till about 3:00. Even so, we got up relatively early on Sunday (well, it was still morning) and I was impressed at how age has not [...]