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I view the species Homo sapiens with a gimlet eye, as I think I have…Continue
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Tying up some loose ends and loosening up some tied ends . . .…Continue
“Roadhouse” is defined as “an inn or tavern usually outside city limits providing liquor and usually meals, dancing, and often gambling.” F.B. & Co. qualifies on all counts. It sits about eight miles downriver in the unincorporated village of Waubeek, population somewhere between 75 and 85 depending on who’s home. It is to be found on some maps and…Continue
Events in January 2016 just before the caucuses had brought me around to considering the hypocrisy of my own people regarding the federal Renewable Fuel Standard as well as the venerable federal subsidy of the corn crop and all the other government assistance that farmers receive. They can deduct nearly everything they purchase on their income tax returns for…Continue
The story can be told.
As it happened I took that fateful telephone call from Susan on an early November Wednesday in the midst of helping Wax put new “mud” on the walls of the…Continue
I enjoy looking at the original art that some of present company put up for viewing here. I do not think that I have been oppressive in putting up samples of the Resident Artist, Susan Creamer Joy’s work. In fact, I think I have only done it…Continue
I truly did have my heart set on composing a little cameo of my dear friend Trapper Jack, something with some charm about it, something that his children could read over, nod at, and smile on . . . if he had any children. My last mention of him some years ago was a stream-of-consciousness thing…Continue
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Since erroneous beliefs are often held just as strongly as true beliefs, it becomes a difficult question how they are to be distinguished from true…
As I have informed some of you previously, this is one of the bonfires that I regularly set in aid of navigation for jet airliner pilots 35,000 feet above me flying between Denver International Airport and O'Hare. I provide this service only in clement weather. The rest of the time…Continue
I wish to state again, once and for all, that I had no personal involvement whatsoever in organizing that bus convoy that ferried thousands of citizens of Massachusetts to New Hampshire to vote there for Mrs. Clinton . . . after they had already voted in Massachusetts of course. I can only assume that there is something about my appearance that causes these…Continue
Please forgive this exercise in sentimentality that may be of limited interest, but I find myself--quite unexpectedly--at an age when many of us tend to begin trafficking in sentimentality.
I have pieced together how I first met Dennis McMurrin insofar as I can. That dates back to the era in my life before the advent of the new and improved Stephen, my current…Continue
Yesterday, I was down here in the old chicken house at sunrise with the dogs waiting patiently for me to get a fire started in the wood-burner to take the chill off. Per routine, NPR's Morning Edition was on the radio, murmuring in the background, quietly piping the chaos of the outside world into my own redoubt.
I know now that Keiko Alvarez likes GoPro® action videos. But hell, we all like GoPro® action videos, do we not?
I like them so much that I recently purchased an official GoPro® camera myself so that I could make my own videos. My first endeavor in that regard resulted in a video that is a little over five minutes long,…Continue
An Iowa Stump
Here is what happened. My friend Scott, an old newspaper man who ever has his nose open for a money-making scheme, came to me with this idea. He was licking his chops with the idea of all the political money flooding into Iowa right now. He wanted his own cut. Suffice it to say that Scott has in the…Continue
I know that so many here have already done their own tributes.
The Resident Artist and I are sitting in the old chicken house with rain pouring down outside talking about Scanner. We each have our special attachment to him, she with his kindness to her in her time of troubles and I with his ability to see through my cynicism and confront me with my love of individuals in the midst of my detestation of humanity in general.
A rare man. She weeps. I comfort myself with the thought…Continue
Wretched Excess in Iowa
After the gamut of non-invasive tests including a CT scan as well as one embarrassingly invasive test, the staff at the V.A. Hospital in Iowa City has utterly failed to locate even one religious bone in my body. It all started when I admitted during my intake interview…Continue
Fight Fire With Fire
The Resident Artist has been cranking out paintings in anticipation of a couple of shows in September. I take a look at each one as they are added to the inventory. (Photographing them is trickier than one might think.) I am particularly fond…Continue
On 6 December 2011 Professor Stephen Bloom’s essay, famous hereabouts, was published in The Atlantic magazine. That essay consists of his reflections on his 20-year residency in the state of Iowa and his bemusement that…Continue
The chicken house banquet facilities.
For some time now I have had a subscription to the New York Times via my nook®. I enjoyed reading an adult paper in that fashion. My one little connection to the outside world. There it was, downloaded and waiting for me first thing in…Continue