Tag Archives: St. Stephens

My Own Private Alexandria

A response to a suggestion.

Back then, you might see a young woman reading a book at the Cafe Hawelka in Vienna, maybe at the Cafe Bastille in San Francisco, or anywhere in between. From a distance you could see what she was reading. From that came possibilities.

“It was too bad about Prince Andrei. But Natasha and Pierre…oh, you haven’t read that far? Sorry.” Continue Reading

In the beginning it was never better

It’s hard to know where you are in the arc of things until after the fact. Louis Auchincloss’s The Rector of Justin tells the story of the founder and first headmaster of a boys’ preparatory school, set in the first part of the twentieth century. Obscure and humble in its origins,  St. Justin grows into an elite institution: hundreds… Continue Reading

Hommage: Fathers and Soldiers

Hommage: Fathers and Soldiers

On the last Sunday in May, clear and blue, I was driving along at 130/kph by 8:00am.  What to wear, not lately  a consideration, was a problem that morning: the most appropriate outfit I could come up with was khaki pants, grey shirt, and an Ike style waist cut tan coat. I do have some dress coats and ties, but… Continue Reading

Life as a notebook

Life as a notebook

A small notebook that was my father’s came to me after his death. It measured three by five inches, was made of black leather, and had six tiny yet strong rings for holding the paper –  the clasp that set and unset the rings was brass colored, and it must have been well made because it… Continue Reading