October Thoughts on Life’s Last Season "Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs Honor is cudgel'd. Well, bawd I'll turn And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand."…
If it were easy to be totally rational, everyone would be doing it. After we got back on regular highways yesterday, I couldn’t deny that I was hearing a road…
…and through the woods. And we’re here. We left Burns, Oregon in a sunny, sparkly frost. Every blade of grass and tiny twig on the bare cottonwood trees was covered…
