Steve Carr

The Chesapeake’s Sailing Lesson

In the summer of ’66, I was 13 years old and halfway through my first summer camp at Severn

Back in my wild years, when I was living on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and

Sometimes you just have to follow your intuition. When I saw that NRBQ, my favorite band from my hippiefied college

There were no direct flights back to Maryland from Barcelona that didn’t involve Dulles Airport, and that drive through Northern

Dubrovnik, Croatiasits in an archipelago of pointed rocky islands – some occupied by a few solitary homes, and others empty

Ravenna, a city of 147,000 people, was much different than anything we had seen so far along the Italian coast.

The approach into Venice from the ocean looked a lot like the beach at Assateague but without any waves or development

As you travel down the Italian boot, the Appenine Mountains run down the middle like a tongue and on the

The town of Civitavecchia, which means “AncientCity” in Italian, is squeezed like a seaport sandwich between the blue-green Tyrrhenian Seaand

As usual, I was up before the dawn and standing on the top deck, Deck 12, as the Serenade of