Here is the story of a novel. It was written in the wee hours before dawn before the writer’s family awakened and needed to be herded off to school. Before the work of the day began, before the brain was sullied by the noise of news and commerce and obligations. And when it was finished, […]
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If I were in charge of medals
The ranch I visited last week was purchased a chunk at a time by a single minded man who wanted to make sure the land doesn’t all end up as houses (or other such land-devouring things). It’s now a substantial spread, 5000 acres, and you get the feeling as he drives you around (gleefully elliciting […]