Today brings a bloom of beginnings from a tangle of endings.
Perhaps that’s not surprising. I suppose beginnings and endings all occupy coterminous space. And as I write, I’m struck by how my own beginnings and my own endings weave around one another and, often, between two places — Los Angeles and Portland.
But I’m writing today to recognize one simple beginning: the redesigned, relaunched version of my website*, upon which, presumably, you’re reading these words. I do so hoping to re-introduce the world to my own background as a writer and journalist and as a storyteller, and to re-pique your curiosity about Melville Jacoby, whose adventures, romance and experiences as a journalist in World War II-era China and the Philippines will be the subject of a forthcoming book.
Thinking about Mel, I’m reminded that a year ago today, two friends of mine and I clambered across miles of rocky shoreline beneath the Palos Verdes Peninsula. Despite a cloudless sky, sharp breezes whipped our bodies as we strode along the edge of a continent. In search of history, we found rusted strips of metal that nearly fifty years of waves had torn from a ship once known as the S.S. Melville Jacoby.