Who listens to Luciano Pavarotti while riding a motorcycle on Kauai? I do and trust me, this isn’t some backdoor intellectual snobbery. I grew up thinking opera was for older, more cerebral listeners and never imagined I would ever tolerate it. My father was an...
For some reason, I never posted this letter to my grandson, Shane. Dear Shane, January 22, 2017 I haven’t written a word to you in four years, after writing to you daily for a year and a half. If you are reading this, you will already know about the book I began...
It’s another Sunday afternoon on Kauai, preceded by a perfect ride on my motorcycle. It always manages to be the time when I am most likely going to start writing about something. There are moments on the bike when I feel completely free, navigating with a perfect...
