Unfinished Blues
The new plan was this: a post every week; I was going to call it The Saturday Evening Post, in fact, with appropriately subversive references to Norman Rockwell. Then 10 months went by—how did that happen?
Here’s how…
Read MoreRobbers—Bees and Otherwise
Last month, one of my beekeeping staff accidentally dropped a queen in her cage onto the soft earth next to the hives in my yard. The beekeeper had also stepped on the cage, made of wood and about the size of a large tube of lipstick, with screen on one side. In the morning I discovered the crushed cage, the queen half in and half out, clinging to the screen, still alive, but barely…
Read MoreAdventures in Lo-fi
When last we met (over a year ago), I'd channeled my inner John Lennon, in the wake of winter and a crippling nerve condition. It was a new year—2017!—with new hope; I was shedding social media and trying an old-school blog.
With numb hands I tapped out a few things, then tapped off the computer entirely to roam Woody Guthrie-like many miles to South Dakota and back…
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