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boy posing with his dog, 1882 The river that used to power my town sneaks along on the other side of the street from my house. It runs from Walloon lake, which is a small inland lake, through...

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…weather permitting. Tonight will be my first under a roof since Thursday of last week. These last few deep mornings, when I’d wake in the night, I’d see stars and clouds and the northern lig...

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September used to be a decidedly Autumn month, though it hasn’t been so in at least 10 years now. I am officially letting Summer adopt it. There’s this great scene really early on in Titanic wh...

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I was gliding along on my bicycle today, down by the waterfront, when I caught a whiff of some Italian cooking. Like meatballs or something. It was very familiar, and comforting somehow…like t...

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Do you think those small lonesome trees in large building courtyards, like hospitals and apartment buildings where everything is of human craftsmanship origin and the sides of the building surro...

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These two photos are over 100 years apart, though not a whole lot has changed. The Boat Works is long gone, replaced by a ball field- and that long brick wall you see in the background of the ...

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One of my favorite new hobbies, as a lore and especially local lore nerd, is taking old photos from the online public domain archive sites, and using further research and other basic detective...

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For me, it’s always been mice. Not exactly sure why, or what it is about them exactly. Though I blame the entertainment of my youth- a number of my favorite childhood cartoons featured mice and ...

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Ever have one of those nights that feels like it’s being narrated by Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now? Too much time isolated, talking to yourself in nonsensical and spiraling observations? It’s j...

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I love you Sherriff Truman. Not literally. That’s just how the quote ends. I can’t deal with the nihilistic fuckboy lyrics of the 2020s. I just can’t. We were raised on our parent’s hippie mus...

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I had two old flashes of memory tonight. Both in vehicles. The first was waking up in the back seat of a car and climbing to the front. We were en route to one of our first vacations, I think. My...

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My favorite plot device is establishing an often innocuous seeming skill early on, which is forgotten about in the middle, but which is required during the climax of a high stakes situation for v...

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Cooked the fish I caught yesterday for supper. One thing about fish as a food group that a lot of people don’t know is that fresh fish might as well be a completely different food than just about...

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There’s this street I like to ride my bike down at night, when I’m out prowling the sidewalks and roadways just to feel the evening breeze on my face. There’s a halfway house on this street, and ...

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The fair was this week, and we went, though it seems like just last week we were at last year’s fair, so I’m not sure how a year disappeared on me so quickly. Time gets harder and harder to track...

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I keep getting plagued by these vibes of bygone eras. The way the 80s smelled like expired basement shag carpet and B.O. The knick-knack alcoves built into the cigarette oiled walls with figur...

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What’s a song that is special to you because of a memory attached to it, and what was the memory? I’ll go first: It’s summer 2008 about 3:30 am and all is quiet in the Perry Hotel. I was working...

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I feel, often, that most of what guides and drives me are entities within my psyche that I struggle to name or describe. For the sake of discussion, I’ll call them “spirits,” though I don’t neces...

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I have probably the most beautiful car you’ve ever seen. A 1971 Stingray Corvette T-top with the old school chrome trim, custom painted a sparkling combination of royal and sky blue, in pristine...

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I only seem to find it in motion. Stillness is unbearable, and a drowning silence is too much. I also don’t like jarring clatter, or erratic surprising sounds, but something steady and reliable- ...

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I find myself gripped by a particular paranoia: No matter what I do, I feel as though I am squandering my time. This weekend I had two paths to choose from: -Rent a drum sander and move the ball...

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Something about me that surprises people is that I took two years off of grammar school- 8th and 10th grade- and I barely graduated at all when the end of 12th rolled around. In fact I had to wor...

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A while ago I was feeling a bit like Dorothy waking up back in Kansas to a black and white world, possessed with memories of the place I had just been- “and you were there! and you!” Today? Those...

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I grew up in a town that was founded only a hundred and fifty or so years prior specifically to be a resort community for rich folks. Prior to that, it was missionaries and churches, but in the 1...

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I feel like you can kind of look around in three directions: You can look towards the past, to different eras and degrees. You can look around at the present, to different specific physical plac...

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