The tide going in and out, memories, and the stories of
Ramón Alonso and his
completely blameless family.
The stories here are completely true, regardless of fact.
I entered the Colegio Nacional de Buenos Aires in March of 1943. The building, a gloomy monster more like a fortress than a school, was (and is to this day) a block away from the Plaza de Mayo and the Cabildo, the colonial seat of government. Unlike regular high schools, which are 5 years long,Continue reading “High School in Argentina; The Accents of my Youth”
Joan’s ashes 12/26/2013 My mother, Joan Cann-Evans de Alonso was born in 1905 in Greenwich, England, and died in Cambridge, Mass, in 2000. In between, she had an eventful life that took her to Spain, where she met my father, Argentina, where she bore four sons, and the United States, where she was widowed atContinue reading “Joan's Ashes”
Two Tides per Day (no pictures, no hands to wave)Or, Where does the water go in between high tides? Take one Florida Grapefruit, preferably red. That’s the Earth. Take a small cherry tomato, any color. That’s the Moon. Take the biggest ball or sphere you can find. That’s the Sun. Take a rest. So, theContinue reading “Why There Are Two Tides A Day”
Verb & Noun
Perfectly Normal Family