I lived in Iceland in the early 1980s during my junior year abroad. During the Christmas break I stayed with the family at Litla Sandvik, a farm in the south of Iceland near Selfoss. With the Eyjafjallajókull volcano causing flooding in the region, I’ve grown concerned about the family of Pal, Ella, Aldis, Sigga, Lyður, and Guðmundur. I’m hoping that the power of the Internet, along with search engines and web crawlers, can bring this Read more…
I’m certainly glad that I flew out of England before the volcanic ash from Iceland drifted that way. As good a time as I had, an enforced stay would have been a lot less fun. When I drive people from the airport in Austin, I point out landmarks like the University of Texas tower, known for Charles Whitman’s killing spree, or various bars and other landmarks where famous people played. When Martin picked me up Read more…
And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept, and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and there everywhere were touches or splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and Read more…