“Language thou art too narrow, and too weak To ease us now; great sorrow cannot speak.” Words attributed to John Donne around 1617, which I found yesterday in the used…
A land that time forgot feels pretty nice these days. I woke to light snowfall, and the snow-topped Pueblo Mts. outside my window. After coffee, I got dressed and headed…
Serendipity, or subconscious guidance? I had a resigned feeling about the chore of recrossing South Dakota. But staring at the map, I saw De Smet, and “suddenly remembered” it was…
