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…

I apparently brake for books. Valentine, TX looks like a ghost town, but the sign said it had over 170 people. Nothing fronting the highway looked functional. Then I saw…

To get the lay of the land I’ve made short excursions on foot. And spent the rest of my time recuperating and arranging my stuff in my room. There were…

In this case it literally did come après nous. To New Jersey. All I could think of was drying out Janet’s pop top. If I fold it down wet, it…