I began writing this post early on the morning of Monday, Dec. 27, as Sue and I sat in the Delta SkyClub lounge at Logan
Tag: pandemic
How cold is it?
Don’t ask. Well, okay, you can ask. When I got up at 6 this morning here in northwest Wisconsin, my phone told me it was
I am that masked man.
August is here. In many ways, it’s starting like every August we’ve had since we moved in here back in 1994. It’s hot, sunny, and,
We can almost see the end from here.
We’re more than a week into April–today is the 9th, in fact–and two things are happening up here in northwest Wisconsin. One is immediately obvious
When the going gets tough…
The chips, as they say, are down. The coronavirus pandemic has swept its way into every corner of American life. Even where the virus has
Hunkering down, riding it out.
I write this on the afternoon of Sunday, March 22. Friday was the first full day of spring; the vernal equinox officially arrived at 10:49
A Strenuous Writer's Life 