Started the day by doing the turtle-flop into a puddle of freezing rain while unloading green bins of tin cans. Subsequently re-started the day.

For the first time in years, I was actually prepared for the deer season opener. All my gear laid out in the pole barn, everything in its proper pocket, all…View post

Reader Chris C. has sharp eyes and points out that on page 162 of Visiting Tom I refer to Tom’s car as a “long-gone Ford convertible” despite the fact that it…View post

Absently drinking from an empty coffee cup while writing with eyes on the screen is the equilibrial equivalent to missing the nonexistent top stair-step while carrying laundry.

If you Tweeted me at 1:58 a.m. “I’m on my way back to Whiskey Dick’s” and at 2:17 a.m. “What up?”, um, wrong # and I’m not gonna make it.