You Could Always Hear the River
Elk Mountain, Wyoming. Dad bunked here as a ranch hand in the early 1960s. I bunked here in the early 1980s. Visited last week. Still stands rock solid beside the…View post
Elk Mountain, Wyoming. Dad bunked here as a ranch hand in the early 1960s. I bunked here in the early 1980s. Visited last week. Still stands rock solid beside the…View post
Just broke from the treadmill desk to walk on actual earth beneath blue and puff-cloud skies, the breeze pushing through maple leaves, the chit-chit of two skirmishing birds… The world…View post
Every week the Wisconsin State Journal runs “Roughneck Grace,” a weekly column written by Mike (many of the columns will be adapted from Mike’s Tent Show Radio monologues). Today’s column…View post
The folks at Midwestern Gothic are giving away some of my books and one of my humor CDs but y’gotta get over there (online) today.
It stood somewhere between 75-100 years. It gave decades of shade and shelter. Here’s some backstory. Here’s why it finally had to go (and here’s an aftermath photo). And here…View post