Still haven’t won the Pulitzer, but have now made it into the pages of a library supplies catalog. This is reminiscent of the joy I used to feel when I’d see Mirro pans for sale in Shopko and know the photo on the box was taken by my friends John and Julie.
Pete is right. But it’s also time to drag out that quote from Truck: A Love Story: Seed catalogs are responsible for more unfulfilled fantasies than Enron and Playboy combined. Don’t git yer hopes up.
I have achieved the decor known as Midwestern bachelor eclectic, which is to say the large finless bass my great-grandfather caught hangs just below the picture of Johnny Cash, which is nicely accented by the vintage International pickup postcard. Whenever I am asked why I keep the bass, I point to the brass plate screwed…View post
Facebooked and Tweeted this last night during the Packers game and it became one of the most popular posts ever. Perhaps it was the caption: All set to go…and while we’re at it, gonna rename it Eddie Lacy.
Late bloomer. Wrote a couple pages about spirea in “Truck: A Love Story.” Scent reminds me of something dusty, like the smell at the back of scratchy old curtains.