Wine, Cheese, Prose
Just off I-94 (the Fall Creek/Foster Exit) there’s a joint called Foster Cheese Haus that serves home-grown vittles and art. I see on Saturday, July 23 (not this weekend, but…View post
Just off I-94 (the Fall Creek/Foster Exit) there’s a joint called Foster Cheese Haus that serves home-grown vittles and art. I see on Saturday, July 23 (not this weekend, but…View post
A recent email from my editor encouraged me to finish my next book so it can be out in time for next spring. Portions of this encouragement were delivered in…View post
Good weekend…got work done but also snuck off to a family reunion…many well-worn tales, a few new ones, many lawn chair circles, many passes through the chow line, amazement that…View post
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Is Prine’s “Morning Train” not the definitive drowsy-eyed hey-baby before-the-kids-are-up sorta groove?