By Scott Graber It is Saturday, early, and I’m in our darkened dining room looking out on a wet deck. Sometime during
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It is Friday and I’m in Port Royal. It’s raining. But that heat-breaking, grass-greening rain carries a sense of dread. These summer
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It is Sunday, and I’m in Port Royal. It is early, warm, and by 10:30 it will be certifiably hot, unwise and
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It is Friday, and we’re in Italy — actually a small, sun-bleached town called Fiumicino. It is early, and Susan and I
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It is Wednesday and I’m in Umbertide, Umbria — a town and a province in the warm and (currently) dry hill country
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It is Saturday, and I’m in the Museum Hotel located on St. Aldates Street in Oxford, England. This morning I’ve got my
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