Sunday, 11:45 a.m., and YOU ARE IN WISCONSIN: Local volunteer ambulance just sirened past, driver is wearing Green Bay Packers​ jersey.

Great to see Max Garland’s fine work recognized–his poems are bridges built between boots and brains.

Just wrapped up phone conversation with West Coast radio producer by uttering an involuntary “You betcha.” Nah, don’t think I reinforced any stereotypes.

To all you people who kinda rode me about still having my snowplow on, please let me know if you’d like your crow baked or deep-fried.