On page 307.  Should be Buster Keaton, not Harold Lloyd.  I found this one myself…after the book was in print, unfortunately.

A reader named Lisa has found an oops! in Coop.  On page 186 I write of my father driving east on I-94 to St. Paul, Minnesota, which is tough to…View post

Twice today. Early in the morning here. Near the noon hour here.

For the next couple of days, I’ll be guest blogging over here.  Today features a photo of a bloody finger.

It’s shaping up to be a busy spring.  I’m grateful for every bit of it.  It is a deep privilege to head out around the country and meet readers one…View post