Davenport
I thought that I could still make it to my mother’s house despite the holdover in Lincoln, Nebraska so, I must admit, I was trying to...
Notes from the Road III
I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 8 am. “Oh, shit!!” I mumbled to myself and quickly grabbed some clothes and my toiletries and...
Notes from the Road: II
I woke up in Evanston, WY after about five hours sleep. Now that it was light out, I realized that there was an overpass right over the...
Chanterelle season is not yet upon us
We FINALLY had rain on Wednesday. When Paul asked if I wanted to go mushroom hunting I jumped at the chance, as I nearly always do -...
Notes From the Road: I
I started off from home at about 7 in the morning. “I hope Dan doesn’t want me to take his bicycle for him,” I said to Paul on my way out...
Notes from the Road
Preface: I can’t tell you if it’s just age or experience, or perhaps the two can’t actually be disentangled, but I have become afraid of...
San Francisco
I was talking to a woman I run into occasionally while walking Izzy. I don’t remember how we got to the conversation, but we realized...
FEET
I have written about my damn feet before. I have had problems with my feet nearly all of my life. I can still remember going to a shoe...
It was amazing for a few moments today.
Paul had, long ago, built this lovely little alcove with a Nantucket swing. He had grown honeysuckle over this all, to wit his...
