For the last decade, I’ve been a charcoal guy. Self-righteous in my primeval cooking over glowing coals, I disdained the ease and convenience of bland …

An evening under the summer sky watching a play or concert – it’s one of the pleasures of the season. It might be highbrow Shakespeare …

Captain Spike, of the shrimper Tammy Jane, looked over his shoulder as he hauled in the net.  “We done good,” he said as he wrestled …

Our wedding anniversary made its annual appearance a few weeks ago. When we were married in 1972, May seemed like an ideal season on the …