by David Frey | Aug 13, 2014 | Essays
I have been starstruck as a journalist only once.
Working as a reporter in Aspen gives even rookies a chance to brush up against A-listers they probably wouldn’t run into as cub reporters in Poughkeepsie. I interviewed politicians I admired (and those I didn’t), writers whose work inspired—and inspires me—and a handful of celebrities, I guess, but not as many as you might think.
The only time I felt like a silly teenager in the presence of the person on the other end of my notebook was the time I interviewed Robin Williams. (more…)
by David Frey | Jul 17, 2014 | Ernest Hemingway, Essays, Travel
The boys were raised in little wooden houses with palm frond roofs, some of them, and floors of dirt or concrete, lit by oil lanterns. The electric lights that glittered on the sequins of nightclub dancers in Havana didn’t reach the poor here, eight miles to the southeast, in the village of San Francisco de Paula.
Old men now, in their eighties, they look back on a time 75 years ago when a legend even while he lived enchanted their childhood (more…)
by David Frey | May 9, 2014 | Environment, Ernest Hemingway, Essays, News, Travel
THE HUFFINGTON POST
Just past Johnny Depp’s private island in the Caribbean sits Lee Stocking Island, a little piece of paradise that’s going to hell.
The coral reefs that surround it are some of the healthiest in the Atlantic. And they’re dying. They’re dying in so many different ways, from so many different causes, it’s hard to imagine how they could survive, and without them, what the oceans might look like. (more…)
by David Frey | Apr 25, 2014 | Essays
A month later it might have been a tulip poplar leaf in a dying burst of brilliance on the driveway. (more…)
by David Frey | Jul 18, 2013 | Essays, The West
I realized as I tilted back a Flying Dog ale at the Woody Creek Tavern that I had just witnessed a man end and a myth begin.
by David Frey | Oct 25, 2011 | Environment, Essays, The West
HIGH COUNTRY NEWS
She had three dogs at her feet, and her girlfriend sat beside her on a motel lobby couch. The two cats were at a kennel. Their VW van was full of climbing gear, and their motel room had a couple changes of clothes.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about impermanence,” Ashley Woods told me. (more…)