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October 31, 2014 They say that people and their dogs look alike. I don’t have a dog and I certainly don’t look like Scout the Cat. But I can say with certainty that people do not look like Nature. We … Continue reading →

October 28, 2014 My family moved to Alton when I was in the eighth grade. My uncle Fred owned the Flamingo Motel, and my dad and I worked there, me as a weekend restaurant and gutter cleaner, Dad as a … Continue reading →

October 26, 2014 The Genehouse walk is a crunch now, with waves of fallen and falling leaves, and my boots kick up orange and fire red and purple leaves and they crunch acorns. The sound is like popcorn popping, and … Continue reading →

October 22, 2014 I was eating oatmeal with raisins and cinnamon at the café this morning and listening to a nice young man do a monologue on deer hunting and deer sausage and deer salami and deer meat sticks and … Continue reading →

October 21, 2014 Charlie Parker’s little known and irreverent “He’s a Fast Talking Son of a Bitch,” debuted on this day in 1946, as a side B on his bebob album, “Part of the Way.” Sadly, censorship prevented Parker from … Continue reading →

October 15, 2014 This was the fifth day in a row of rain or mist, of wind or gusts, and tornadoes skirted the edges, and I felt as though I were going mad. And then, at two this afternoon, the … Continue reading →

October 10, 2014 This is a day of slow, steady rain and drizzle. Only the chickadees brave the thistle feeder. The maple tree outside my office window is full of disconsolate birds, all facing south. The meadow floor seems alive, … Continue reading →

October 5, 2014    They walked into the store at 7 am, her, very young, very pregnant in her powder blue pajama bottoms decorated with teddy bears and a blue tee shirt stretched over her watermelon-shaped baby bump; her mate, … Continue reading →

October 2, 2014 I was dreaming in the middle of the night, and strobe lights made everything more anxious, more dangerous. I heard myself talking, and a dreamwoman pointed to the well-scrubbed floor, and ticks crawled by the dozens across … Continue reading →

September 30, 2014 Farmer Orville and I helped our friends Mike and Cathy break down their produce stand and carry the pieces to a trailer. I smashed the middle finger of my left hand between two boards, so I can … Continue reading →