“Jump in back!” Random midweek afternoon, and I could be at Village Hall at my desk. But I’m not. I’m in a field next to another field on fire, running toward Brush 36. “Running” might be a bit of a misnomer, as I’ve got my full bunker gear on. Until that last brush with mortality rendered the...
Jul
08
Into The Dusk
“Staying here alone is crazy. You're a crazy man. Crazy!” I didn’t travel 3,500 miles for a psychiatric assessment from a stranger, and certainly not from some grandfather wearing rental booties to keep his New Balances dry. The stated reason for heading to Denali National Park was about to get...
Jun
26
Here Comes The Twister
on the eight year anniv ...
And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife"
Letting the days go by, let the water hold...
