Alpine Solitude

In the end of our lives we must all travel alone. We travel a well worn path without guidebook or map to a place that nobody knows. Left behind are the many connections we have made like spun silk cast out into space to those who knew us. The web is cut with amazing speed and finality as the rest of us try ineffectually to re-establish the connection.Recently a friend of mine was killed when he

Mat Goodyear - Oct 28, 1969 - July 19, 2006

In the fall of 1998, I boarded a plane in Boston bound first for London, and then to Edinburgh, Scotland for graduate school at the University of Edinburgh. While an undergrad at the University of Maine, I lived and breathed the life of a typical male, American, college student: I played baseball, drank beer, chased women (mostly unsuccessfully), studied journalism with the hope that someday I'd