Shoulda Got A Finer Grind
It was a very large mug of very dark roast. I nursed it for nearly two hours. The final swig (yah, yer lookin’ at a spit-back) had some odd grounds in it. Coulda been worse.
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THAT AIN’T A TRACTOR
Sometimes even as a soft-handed farm boy you just gotta fail the Artificial Intelligence test out of principle. THAT AIN’T A TRACTOR. Also as a farm boy there’s a reason I didn’t call it the A.I. test…
Which Is Why You Buy It Outta the Back of a Pickup Truck
This being the season of bragging on gardens, I herewith submit the antidote to FOMO: behold our sweet corn.
Sometimes You Catch Yourself on the Fifth Pass
Took me ’til the sixth draft until I spotted the ridiculousness of this adjective and cut it: ..on a fifteen-below winter day…
From the Little Writing Room Over the Garage: Mike reads “Poison Ivy WHERE?!?”
Hands down (!) the most personal piece I’ve ever written. From the book, “Danger: Man Working,” available here.