I had come to South Walton for the rare lakes and the good beer. The plan was to experience them separately. But plans aren’t of much use in a place like South Walton. And liquid travels the path of one who can’t resist, (or something like that).
Some of you may know–especially if you’ve glanced at the sidebar–that this February, Rowman & Littlefield will be publishing my memoir, A World Erased: A Grandson’s Search for His Family’s Holocaust Secrets.
“Can you call me every night and let me know how she is?” my wife said as I packed four tents, a portable crib, and our daughter into the car.
“I don’t know if we’ll have service,” I explained. “It’s a campground.”
“It’s a campground in New Jersey,” she said.
I shrugged and told her that I’d do my best. Read more
Years ago, when I was on a month-long journey through Italy, everyone suggested that I visit the island of Capri. But everyone who had made such a recommendation told me that they had only visited for the day. They had all followed the same path: bussed to the top on the island’s winding roads, rode the chairlift at the peak for the panoramas, walked the markets, and then, ultimately, booked a boat tour into the Blue Grotto. The Blue Grotto, as the picture above shows, presents water so blue–so spectacularly illuminated–that if they could capture that color and set it in a stone, it would be the new must-have engagement gem. Read more
I like to write about driving in other countries because quite often I’m curious or intrigued by the things that I see on the road. Read more