Bob Boyle

When Bob Boyle answered the phone at 10 the other morning, he sounded like a man of leisure. "Hang on while I get my toast and coffee," he said. Boyle, whose story on Lyme disease begins on page 38, retired as an SI...

At best, collaboration is a difficult thing. In writing, it might be defined as a temporary Siamese twin act in which two personalities and styles are briefly joined. In the case of A Gift of Place, a story about...

The best of both worlds, baseball and tennis, is coming up. Ron Fimrite reports on the Series at home and Curry Kirkpatrick will be our man in Bucharest for the Davis Cup.

Fishermen go gaga over gadgets. Little things endlessly entertain them: flies, hooks, lines, reels, pliers, creels, knives, all those compartmented clear-plastic boxes full of stuff. Fishermen rattle and clink when...

It has become a matter of editorial dogma around here that if there had never been a Hudson River, Bob Boyle would have had to invent one. His accounts of life and conflict along that river have been enlivening these...