Columnists, In Person
Love letters from London
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Tucked between the pages of a thin, spiral notebook with a plain brown cover, I keep two letters that came to me from London in the summer of 1970 after my first year of...
How many photos do we really need?
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
I’m getting to know the folks at Apple pretty well, from the greeters with their iPads at the front of their mall store, the geniuses at the big table up front, to the good...
When worlds connect
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Turn right at the end of my driveway and walk up a gentle hill, and you will come to a path leading to a bridge overarching a brook that runs through a swath of wetlands. When...
Giving thanks for the joy of a perfect morning
By Alan Bodnar Ph.D.
Sometimes in the morning when I have the house to myself, I leave it behind and set out for a walk in the woods. It’s a short drive to a wide dusty space just off the road...