It’s possible that I’m addicted to MLK marches. Besides the obvious allure of marching for civil rights and marching to honor MLK, I think it’s the cold that’s the attraction. My first march would have been in January of 1994 in Grand Forks, ND. I think it was -10 degrees, and Kylie was almost two... more »
David’s comment on my previous entry prompts me to remember that I’m way behind in my book reviews. Last summer, among other things, I read all of The Nick Adams Stories, including “Big Two-Hearted River.” which was by far the best of the book. The collection gathers up all of Hemmingway’s Nick Adams material, much of which... more »
Two a.m. Saturday morning I woke up from the hard ground, but I was still warm, and happy about it. There were only six hours until sunrise, I could feel nine toes, and I was confident that Scott wasn’t going to have to pull me out on his sled, though I’d had my doubts earlier... more »
