Lost on a Loop Trail: Safety first
A few years ago, a relative from out of state visited me. While driving down Cundy's Harbor Road, he came upon a line of cars that had stopped because a tree had fallen.
Lost on a Loop Trail: This column is amazing because I’m a human being
When I mistook my wife's beloved poppy plant for a weed and mowed it down, I did not, upon her discovery of the newly deceased, identify my species and expect that to make things alright.
Lost on a Loop Trail: Do not drink the preservative
A holiday memory from a Christmas past… Spread out before me are the components of an adult science kit: gadgets, gizmos, tubes, crystals, powders, vials, test strips, a very large magnet, and a weighty book of instructions.
Lost on a Loop Trail: Parking outside the lines
It's a Sunday afternoon and I'm at the grocery store, driving around, looking for a place to park. Close to the store, cars fill the hundreds of games of tic-tac-toe outlined on the tar. I see a pickup truck taking up two precious spots.
Lost on a Loop Trail: How do I look?
My wife and I are in a dressing room at Macy's. I am wearing a mint green shirt covered with paddleboards. "You think I can wear this to work?" "Paddleboards are cool," Ally says. "And you can wear this untucked with a navy blue T-shirt underneath."
Lost on a Loop Trail: ‘Am I going in the right direction?’
My Lab Echo and I have just set out for our daily walk down Cundy's Harbor Road when a red car pulls up alongside me. The driver is a man in his late 60s, and is wearing two or three days of gray stubble around his face.
Lost on a Loop Trail: From riches to rags — a love story
I am sopping up a little gas I spilled on the garage floor while filling up my chainsaw. The rag came from the family rag bag that my wife Allison manages.
Lost on a Loop Trail: Walking the line
Get a piece of paper and draw a horizontal line. Above the line, write the word "fortune." Below the line, write the word "misfortune." In his analysis of fables and myths from around the world, the late novelist Kurt Vonnegut discovered a pattern.
Lost on a Loop Trail: Bouncing
Pause the film there, please. Take a look at this bicycle in the air, front tire at 6 o'clock and back tire at 11 o'clock.
Lost on a Loop Trail: Pump or bar?
It is summer and you've been working in your garden. You come inside after weeding and swatting mosquitoes. Your hands are covered in grime, sweat and bug guts. You go to a bathroom sink to wash your hands.
