Six months of Spring

My physical vicissitudes drain me—literally, I think—because I feel allergies affect me most right now.

I’ve followed Spring since Christmas. I arrived in SoCal December 24, and I’ve stayed in spring ever since. For many years, I dreamed a series of travel-writing articles, written during such a sojourn. Seemed interesting to me—how different communities transited thru the vernal season; I hoped that one day the fates would allow me the (paid) trip.

In a curious twist, I’ve now made the dreamed-for journey without professional writing rigor. No planned attractions (places for grandparents to take kids, elderhostel, local highlights), no arranged interviews (water governments, lanfill and recycling, geology), no telling arcitectural details (churches, bridges—train trestle and highway links, city halls). Perhaps one day, perhaps one day soon, I’ll look at what writing and photography I did get done, and see if I can cobble something together.

Research beckons, however: what ways do long-term antihistamine affect us? Spring, I remind myself, comes right before summer—relief, like the cavalry, comes soon. Let’s make it a memorable one!

The part of Idaho I live continues to fascinate me, and I plan my participation in events of the Greater Yellowstone are—participation and reportage! Fun. I suspect only a few of you will recognize that I had great fun finishing the editing for the current issue of the National Gay Pilots Magazine (NGPA)—what a great bunch of articles!