Rubicons On my way to work each day, I cross four rivers. Driving to the train station, I slide over the Saugatuck, then follow its course for a mile and a half, observing its marshy banks lined with houses and studded with private docks. Once on the train, I navigate the Norwalk with its bridge that splits and rises for high-masted ships, the Byram in Greenwich, whose mouth was once a bustling commercial center, and finally the East as the train barrels from the Bronx … [Read more...]
Slice of Solace: Thomas G. Fiffer
“At signal points in our lives we find we must cross rivers where bridges do not exist yet, where the shortest, safest crossing point is anything but obvious, where our course is uncharted, where the nature of the other side is unknown, and where we know there is no going back.” Thomas G. Fiffer from “Rubicons” … [Read more...]