Some days I’d like to strangle Bill the Flying Cat. Bill came to us in winter four years ago. He was a kitten who wound up on our porch when the temperature hovered around 3. His small stature and aloof personality attracted me. He had one eye that didn’t open…
Leave a CommentCategory: Uncategorized
I told my Missouri River tale to the attendees of the Big Muddy Speaker Series in May. This is a recording of that talk. You get to see the stunning pictures of the Missouri River from Montana to St. Louis. Take a look.
Leave a CommentWhen I sobered up twenty-five years ago, I wasn’t ready for the new life presented me. I was out of joint, sick, and without one lick of self-awareness. Some of this can be a blessing. Had I known what the future held for me, particularly the amount of work I…
2 CommentsWhen I canoed the Missouri River from Montana to Kansas City, I used a 16-foot boat from the Bear Creek Canoe Company in Limerick, Maine, called the Mirage. The canoe maker, a man whose name has long escaped me, was laying up a new fiberglass and Kevlar design and wanted…
Leave a CommentOne of the rock walls in my backyard collapsed due to the recent rains we’ve had here in this part of the Midwest. It was ten years old and probably not a great retaining wall to begin with. My backyard was a steep weedy hill when we moved into this house…
2 Comments