Larry Habegger

A Skier’s Nirvana

An intermediate-advanced skier gets his head turned in the Colorado Rockies.
I picked my way down the sheer face, carving a turn here, braking on a bump there, peering over the edge as my ski tips bent into the packed snow and swept me left, then right. I was successfully finding a line down the mountain,
A Skier’s Nirvana2017-04-24T02:32:13-07:00

Returning to a Changed World

The plume of smoke rises from the tip of Manhattan, a gray cloud that billows high above the harbor and then flattens out and drifts south over the Statue of Liberty and slowly away. It doesn’t disappear, though, fed as it is by a continual smoldering from the wreckage of the World Trade Center, a

Returning to a Changed World2017-04-24T02:32:13-07:00

Sail Away

They don’t scuttle ships anymore, do they?

Chill wind ruffled the flags atop the pier fronts and drifting fog penetrated my sweater as I skated along the bay toward my office in San Francisco’s South of Market neighborhood. August days aren’t like this in many places, but this represented the cliched San Francisco summer we’ve all
Sail Away2017-04-24T02:32:13-07:00

Heading for Home

Sometimes even the simplest things seem impossible to imagine. What would it feel like to play baseball again? The question lingered for weeks after the phone call that invited me to a reunion of my Minnesota high school’s back-to-back state champion baseball teams. It was a rhetorical question, really, because I knew how it would feel. It would feel terrific. Added on April 03, 2006

Heading for Home2017-04-24T02:32:40-07:00

The Art of Lincoln Park

Honneur et Patrie. Honor and Country. The words were drifting through my mind as I contemplated The Sculptor and His Muse, a brilliant and troubling bronze sculpture by Rodin. The poor sculptor (Rodin himself?) was being tormented, or loved, or consoled, it was hard to tell, by a petite and beautiful woman. She stood hard on his thigh, leaned with all her weight on him as he bent away in despair, or longing, or frustration, her flowing hair draping his head while he covered his mouth with one hand.

The Art of Lincoln Park2017-04-24T02:32:53-07:00