“John Muir walked away into the mountains in his old overcoat, a crust of bread in his pocket. We have no knowledge and so we have stuff and stuff with no knowledge is never enough.”
Lately, as I drive around, I find myself peering out the windows at houses. In…
Dear Rabbit,*
Someday you will read this. And I know you told me the other day that I wasn’t…
When I’m driving my son hither and yon, he and I often talk. Usually I leave the…
When I first heard about Medium, I was a little doubtful. An online self-publishing platform for long-form…
