By James Bosch
The following excerpts are from Chapter Six of the novel Hydropsyche.
Ingrained to the north woods, their faces were weathered and lined like the bedrock of the Upper Peninsula. They were one with their land.
“You ask what’s wrong with this great country? I tell you what. We’re a nation unconscious! We’ve stopped thinking for ourselves! Too many video games! Too many bills! Too many fatty foods! Too little vacation! Too little time for family! Too little time for the arts! Too little time to say thank you! No one even writes in cursive anymore!”