The world pushes back. I take notes.
Essays that start small — a meatball, a boiler, a frozen lake, a line in the news — and go where they need to. Some of it is ranting; ranting is fun, and often clarifying. The goal is a sharper picture of what's right, not a louder list of what's wrong.
HeadingGrandpy's Lincoln
An immigrant stone carver, Prohibition-era smuggling across a frozen Canadian border, and winter fishing runs in Grandpy's Lincoln Town Car — and how, fifty years on, the family story rhymes.