About 1:30 in the morning I’m awakened to the sound of big floppy ears swatting the side of my dog’s head. Even asleep, my ears are finely tuned to certain sounds, like gunshots, thunder, puking dogs, Salma Hayek’s sultry voice (never happened, but I’m ready if it does) and, in this case, Hudson’s shaking head. It’s HudsonSpeak for “Take me out to pee, Hooman.” Being well into my sixty-first year, and possessing a prostate of …
Chainsaw Diary: Spring 2022
If you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to, well, I’ve been up to my neck in woods for the last couple months.
A Pressing Mystery
Looking out over my downed timber, I am confronted with a pressing mystery.