A week after I returned from Haida Gwaii, British Columbia I found wood shavings on the floor of my Brooklyn apartment. Ok, my wife found them. I put them there. I had been teaching myself to carve while she ran errands. “What in the world are you doing?” she asked. “I’m whittling.” “Whittling?” “Yeah, whittling. I’m teaching myself to carve like the guys in Haida Gwaii.” I took another notch out of the wood in… Read More
Are you afraid that the end of days will cut into your ‘me’ time? Don’t want the extermination of mankind to kill your travel bug too? Listen, while no one knows what will happen when the Mayan calendar ends this month, one thing is for sure; when the dust settles, you’re going to need a vacation.