Area Man Hears Mechanical Chicken of Youth, Turns 5

If there was a sound who's contours have remained nearly perfectly etched into my adult brain despite over two decades of absence, it was the clucking of a giant, mechanical chicken that lived in a glass box in a local sporting goods store. In the two-floor emporium of guns (and even a shooting┬árange), fishing gear,…Read more Area Man Hears Mechanical Chicken of Youth, Turns 5

Innkeeper Diary: I Live In a Quonset With a Fly (++ Audio Poem)

As I eclipse the solstice, so have I eclipsed two out of many weeks of winter in the Arctic. My life has begun to have some semblance of routine.┬áI now have a home in the form of a Quonset hut. A Quonset hut, which I'll now call "The Q" because that's much snappier, is a…Read more Innkeeper Diary: I Live In a Quonset With a Fly (++ Audio Poem)