I paused at one of the Vezelay’s walls as the sky was breaking up. Rays of sun skipped across Burgundian vineyards and on distant hills and the agricultural fields of corn and hay on the plains below. The scene reminded me of a Thomas Hart Benton painting, the clumps of…
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Sorry it’s been over a week since I last wrote to you. I’ve had a conference with a book editor about my new work, Ferment: Wine, Vineyard, and Manic Depression. He’s read the manuscript and is very excited about the project. He read Canoeing the Great Plains and thinks it’s a…
One CommentI had a green light at 6th and Wyandotte and blew through the intersection doing about 17 miles an hour on my bicycle. I was standing in the pedals ready for the rough bump ahead. The bridge expansion joint was deeper than I thought. The handlebars bounced out of my…
Leave a CommentMy brother came to town and stayed with us for eight or nine days. We have never been close. When my parents moved out of Kansas City in 1983, I moved into my own apartment. He left and spent four years in the Coast Guard. Our lives rarely intersected. When…
Leave a CommentFinances. The subject escapes me most days. I have money in my pocket or I don’t. When I don’t, I use the ATM and draw $100 out of my checking account. I use this for ancillary items like coffee, tobacco, the odd pastry I get at school, and pop from…
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