By George Jacobi Something had been gnawing at me since the well-attended walk on the Madeleine Regan Preserve, some buried thought that seemed worth unearthing. I kept digging for it unsuccessfully while falling asleep or otherwise unencumbered by day-to-day life. It finally dawned on me that to revisit it, I’d have to revisit it (I’m […]

by George Jacobi I’ve had the Courant delivered forever. I walk joyfully out to the mailbox at dawn, rain or snow notwithstanding, to greet the new day with its birdsong and news. Yet I think it’s about over for me. I suspect you’d agree that without in-depth written reporting one is adrift on an ocean […]

by George Jacobi Motion catches my eye and I look up from the desk. A Pileated Woodpecker has landed in the ragged cherry tree just outside my window and almost immediately begins pounding on a spot at the fork of two major branches. Through the window the thunk is muffled but unmistakable. Usually if I […]