Little Journeys

Fathers, Sons and Grandsons

My father never met a stranger. We spent this past weekend together here in Asheville, as he and my mother were making a two-week road trip down through the South, seeing friends and relatives on a loop through Tennessee, Georgia, South Carolina,…

Reflections on an Auction and an Iceberg

I was thinking over the weekend about the two Arts & Crafts auctions that took place over the course of the past few weeks. When it comes to auctions, I'm as guilty as the next person of doing what seems natural: looking for the record-breakers.…

A Deep and Dark Discovery

It was a journey I had taken once before, nearly twenty years earlier, one that I both dreaded and looked forward to with anticipation. A journey deep into the basement of the Grove Park Inn. It had been nearly twenty years since I undertook…

Answering A New-Age Question

While it certainly does not rank up there with age-old questions the Greek philosophers wrestled with, there comes a time when each of us must answer the question: how far do we trust our G.P.S.? The Global Positioning System. I was driving…

A Journey Back Home

I did something this morning I haven’t been able to do for a few weeks. I took Daisy and Jasper for a long walk through the woods and around our farm. I left my suit coat and tie hanging in the closet, pulled on my work boots and blue jean…

Sunday Morning: Arts and Crafts Week

There are times that words simply cannot convey the energy, the excitement and the significance of an event. And this morning I struggle to find the words to describe everything that has happened here at the Grove Park Inn these past twenty-four…

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