I’m getting a head start on Father’s Day, already picking out pictures to celebrate my late, one-of-a-kind, Marine Corps-to-Peace Corps, writer, teacher, newspaperman, linguist father. Here mocking risk as always on a beach near Yelapa on the Pacific coast of Mexico in 1975. I could live without the snakes but otherwise thanks, Dad.
After making a coronavirus-related shopping note on my calendar for March 31, I looked down again at what I had entered a month earlier. “Hope arrives,” March 30. “Matt and Will arrive,” April 1. This was going to be a fun time, with a sister, brother-in-law and nephew coming from Montana for a spring break. …
Five days now since the first three cases of coronavirus were confirmed in New Mexico, but it seems longer. It’s been several months since the initial outbreak in China and weeks since the pandemic overtook Italy. Spain and France are locking down. Restrictions on movement are tightening in the U.S. Even CNN pundits said Trump …
Two sharp guys making the Sunday New York Times crossword look easy: My brother, Pat, and our late father, Bob Robertson, Stinson Beach, California, April 1991. (Although Dad appears to be getting a little help off-camera from another NYT crossword whiz, his wife and our stepmother, also Pat Robertson).
I decided this Christmas 2017 to send the distant young ones cash instead of the gifts that first come to mind: slingshots, knives and warm clothing — clothing that despite my best intentions probably would instill childhood nightmares. I will dole out the money in sustainable amounts since I expect to live to be an …
Going through old photos again and what do I come across? More chickens. This time they’re on the Robertson side of my family. This photo of my aunt, Barbara Carol Robertson, was taken in the 1930s on Burg Street on the outskirts of Granville, Ohio. Barbara had what we call these days developmental disabilities. She …
I live by your golden rules today. I miss your company. Seven kids: three boys and poor baby Sally, then three healthy girls, almost 20 years later. We lost Rob, who you are tending to here way back when. Now, two of your daughters have kids and you have grandchildren, too. I wish we could …
dream ranch 