When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
This is a picture of a picture of our family, at Mom and Dad’s place in Florida last year. Connor on the left.. Kelly, Jeff,…
Last summer, in a moment of temporary insanity, I agreed to volunteer my Sundays in January to make bowls with 25 or so K-9th graders…
Some of the kids’ bowls from this project have great looking feet…
Reflections on a pug mill at winter solstice Not dust, precisely, to dust; We riseFrom stickier stuff. Not parched desert sandBut damp crease of Nile,…