Schipol Airport is a working model of a nice world. Clean lined furnishings, cordial Dutch efficiency, places to rest and work. It’s well-oiled and orderly. I was there, unexpectedly on my way back to Kenya a few days ago. There had been a robbery at the property. A group of…...

Like many true stories about long journeys, much gets lost in the telling. But in all good tales, what remains is worth the telling. This one started a long time ago when people and their hopes were young and uncomplicated, and some of that true story has already been told…...

Come on in. It’s been a long week, and now, it’s finished up. The tools are cleaned and stowed in the container and the guys have cleaned up, changed into their good clothes and headed off for all that Saturday night offers. . Here’s some of the fading footprint of…...

“It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound. ” Thomas Hardy. We dig a trench about five inches deep in the black cotton soil, fill it with murram, compact it with the compactor, and put an inch of the…...

Here’s part 2. Good night, David...

Hello, . I hope your Cinco de Mayo was all you hoped it would be. Ours was, guacamole and all. Lots has happened in your hemisphere. The Chief and Karen got married, Tom turned sixty, and some other very important stuff that is still classified. Here we have marked our…...

Just saying “hi.” Here are a few photographs, randomly assembled, from the last few days. We’ve been tinkering with the website some. The best way, I think to view this post is to click on the first photo, which will get big and then just use the arrows underneath the…...

Here’s a relatively dry update on the last week and half or so. Seems we’re on solid ground again. . . . . We’re beginning to love these houses, and we’re continuing to love you. . From the sweet heart of this place, . David...

Hello, . All the holes we dig here take a lot of work to fill back in. Usually with lots of rocks and sledgehammering and so on. But this one twisted us around in new ways. A different kind of baptism. . . Then we got the bright idea to…...

Welcome back. To both of us. About the time you were picking out your Christmas tree we spoke last here, and now the single remaining St. Patrick’s Day Guiness is sitting in the cupboard wondering where the time went. . I’m pretty sure I can’t answer the big question, but…...