“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; wh...
Now, I feel like I'm remembering the spirit of you more than the actual you. I have mixed emotions about that. I guess the confusing mixture of pain, sorrow, and guilt I feel is the price I pay for having had you in my life. And make no mistake, Andy. I'll gladly pay that ...
The father of my own children used to travel with his work. He and I had a parting ritual. He runs through the “in case something happens” list [let me know if you want particulars of that – it is helpful to know]. Then, we did sort of a “Thanks for marrying me” farewell...
A poem that influenced my life, though I knew it naught until today when I read an email from my step dad and just now read it. You see, he read this during his college years and took it to heart. Influenced his life and his architectural practice and, perhaps, why the house I gre...