About this site
Around 1990 or so, when I became the last person in the world to learn of the Grateful Dead, I was enamored of a song the band often used as an encore: Brokedown Palace. It was a wistful, introspective sort of number about birds and a river and farewells that stuck with me over the years, and so when I decided to paint some word pictures—well, you can see where the title came from. I hope the writings that follow will occasionally be as evocative as the sound of that old song. I’m pretty sure they will be as pointless as its lyrics.
(Photos: Spices in the Otavalo market; eucalyptus forest above Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador)
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Where They Ain’t
It was the 1950s, in the glow of the postwar boom of interstate highways, motels, and the family cars for which those “motor hotels” were made. I can remember clearly, even though it was sixty-some years ago, standing on an … Continue reading
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