Great to see Max Garland’s fine work recognized–his poems are bridges built between boots and brains.
Just wrapped up phone conversation with West Coast radio producer by uttering an involuntary “You betcha.” Nah, don’t think I reinforced any stereotypes.
To all you people who kinda rode me about still having my snowplow on, please let me know if you’d like your crow baked or deep-fried.
The piece is about the power of kitchens…but it’s not about food or cooking.
Substituting squeaky cheese curd for deep-fried cheese curd.
One of the nice things about being from Wisconsin is that no matter where you are — oh, let’s say on book tour and out for an early morning walk along the streets of Boulder, Colorado — you can stand on the nearest sidewalk grate or manhole cover, look past your toes, and — if you see the “Neenah” imprint — know you’re walking on a solid product of the Badger State. It ain’t all about cheese.