July 3rd was one of the most magical days of my life.  A group of humans coming from all over gathered in Walloon Lake, Michigan, in sadness for the loss, over 6 months ago, of a dear, dear friend.  Not exactly the best of starts as magical days(...)

Just crossed over the Atlantic for the Irish wake of a dear, dear friend, who, many months after his passing, I still cannot understand is no longer here. At age 83, and counting so many feats (including having interviewed all US presidents since Nixon) he(...)