Tripping through time

Tripping through time

In the midst of preparing for this year’s annual trip to Britain, I find myself thinking about my first one: a fabled journey that took place back in the mists of time, when the world was young, Stonehenge was rising on Salisbury Plain, and a tree-squirrel could...
Sherlock Holmes got me a job

Sherlock Holmes got me a job

“Wanted: Assistant Editor for two retail magazines,” read the ad in the San Francisco Chronicle. It was the mid-1970s, I was in my mid-twenties, and I figured that if a job involved putting words on paper, I could do it. But would the editor agree? It didn’t...
Mentholated in Milan

Mentholated in Milan

“Ah, Italy!” people have said to me, before they began to enthuse about the Uffizi Gallery, the Grand Canal, and a villa they rented in Tuscany where the locals brought them organic hand-knitted goat’s cheese. “Italy is just divine!” Oh really?...