WALKING SONG …reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early in the morning and journeyed too far, that the despair creeping over her was merely her despair, her personal weakness, and that even if she got a sunstroke and went mad the rest of the world would go […]
A selection of prose pieces ranging from literary prefaces to articles in consumer magazines on a potpourri of subjects, many of which grow out of my travels with my photographer husband, Charter Weeks
La Gallera
The noise is everywhere. Like heat. Dozens of cocks crowing. The voices of scores of men shouting above the loud, scratchy, amplified voice of the announcer. Only the two cocks in the middle of the ring are silent as they circle and jab, neck feathers fanned, blood beginning to stain their heads and shoulders. Friday […]
Corvette Fever November 1989
The French Connection: Does America’s sports car have French accent? (Photographs: Charter Weeks; Artwork courtesy of Phillippe Charbonneaux and Retroviseur magazine.) The Center of the French Automobile is stunning. It houses the personal collection of engineer and designer Philippe Charbonneaux. Row upon row of rare and elegant cars gleam under the arch¬ing roof of […]
Corvette Fever: October 1990
Corvette Country Autumn Awe : Touring scenic New England in a ’75 Stingray (Photographs: Charter Weeks) When you cross a border into New England in mid-fall, you become aware of a new bite in the air, a hint of cider on the wind. You can be driving north on 1-95 toward New Hampshire or, as […]
Corvette Fever May 1991
Bonjour Quebec! : Sampling the international flavor of Canada — Corvette style (Photography by Charter Weeks) On a sunny morning in late May, I climbed into the 1990 red Corvette convertible that would be mine — thanks to the Boston branch of General Motors Corporation — for a few days. I eased into its leather […]
Corvette Fever May 1992
The Great Northwest : Touring the grandeur of Washington’s magnificent Olympic Peninsula (Photography by Charter Weeks) It juts off the West Coast and into the turbulent Pacific like the prow of a ship. Its interior is a wilderness of snow-capped mountains shouldering the sky. One main highway circumnavigates the peninsula and only a few small […]
