It was not until the storm was “shrieking” — a step up from screaming — that my buddy Pat crawled down into the cistern. The day before, as the storm approached, intensifying, and was forecast to reach Category 5 status, with sustained winds of 180 knots, gusting 220-plus, the cistern had be…

In November, the grapes have long been harvested, the leaves are now soft yellow and auburn, dark, and the neat rows between the vines have transformed into muddy paths dotted with puddles. But as the heavy purple clouds opened up to reveal brilliant blue sunshine, and the stonewalls of the …

It was not until the storm was “shrieking” — a step up from screaming — that my buddy Pat crawled down into the cistern. The day before, as the storm approached, intensifying, and was forecast to reach Category 5 status, with sustained winds of 180 knots, gusting 220-plus, the cistern had be…

In November, the grapes have long been harvested, the leaves are now soft yellow and auburn, dark, and the neat rows between the vines have transformed into muddy paths dotted with puddles. But as the heavy purple clouds opened up to reveal brilliant blue sunshine, and the stonewalls of the …

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Three days before my French aunt Bibiche’s (Bee-beesh) 95th birthday recently, I remembered that I’d forgotten it (again), and that (again) it was too late to send a card or letter or anything that would show care, appreciation, forethought and good manners, the kind she had and the kind she…