By December 1911, the South pole was just another notch on Roald Amundsen's belt. Robert F. Scott, as we know, reached that awful place a month later, and then perished on the return. If you were a south polar explorer in 1914, all the good stuff had been claimed already. But Ernest Shackleton couldn't bear to… Continue reading Shackleton Found
Sometime in 2013 (the exact date escapes me because, like so many other firsts, I didn't realize it would be a significant first), I met Ruth. Well, when I say "met," I mean something more like "became aware of via a friend via a friend in the online world." We started to chat online, visiting… Continue reading Stone by stone, reply by reply
The Pachinko Machine If I remember it right they found it at a Sears store incongruous among the hammers lawn mowers washing machines garden hoses rain jackets (remember the Sears nut counter, where you could buy a warm paper bag of red-skinned peanuts while you shopped for nails and screws?) They stood, looking at it,… Continue reading Plink!
So... H and I both wrote poems for the first theme ("summer solstice") of our summer writing camp. She wrote a concise haiku about a confident, cinnamon-furred fox, dreaming under the moon. And I wrote a rambler about the solstice being both the start of summer and the start of the plunge into fall (I'm… Continue reading Summer writing camp: Update and new prompt