I was a little afraid to return to Frenchglen, because the winds of change have caused havoc everywhere. I nurse poignant memories from times I was here–2006, 1997, 1993–with my…
Yes, of course it’s corn. It covers Iowa from Missouri to Minnesota. Which is where we ended up last night, at a rest stop in the southwest corner of Minnesota.…
He was a real stallion, painted life-sized in 1762 by George Stubbs. At that time, a form called “heroic couplets” was the most popular for poetry, thus in them my…
I flirted with the familiar yesterday, twice, because I’m tired. Outside Roanoke, Virginia, last night the campgrounds were full by the time I was ready to stop. Seems that people…
