There is a place in America that feels freer than the others. It’s an escape and it’s far enough away that it feels strange. The summertime Mountains of Colorado. Maybe you can get there when you still have your youth. Nothing can replace the smell of the air when you are breathing your bones in…
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It used to be that the way you got famous was by catching a big fish. The world was wide and large. The small towns that made the world had newspapers. And those newspapers were farm teams for the bigger newspapers. Sometimes, something horrible would happen and that was reported. But good things would happen…
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A Close Read of Melville What I like about writing is the complexity teased out and wrestled with in seemingly ordinary, everyday subjects. Mystery, discovery, and detail surrounds us if you can train your eye to see it. I read Chapter 58 of “Moby Dick” by Herman Melville this morning titled “Brit.” It’s only…
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