I have not been on an airplane since 2019. This is true for many, I’m sure. My reason for remaining grounded has nothing to do with Covid, however. I only figured this out one sleepless night this week. Lately, I’ve gotten a few kind invitations to join friends on semi-far away trips. I’ve hemmed and …
Someday, I’m going to be able to write about my dad. I know the world is not sitting around waiting for this Great Work, but since it’s something I’ve long felt compelled to do, an internal deadline is looming. I’ve made a few attempts to write about that very complicated dude over the years, but …
Every February, the migrating sandhill cranes have a giant party along the Platte River in Nebraska. Thousands of big noisy birds swoop in to eat, drink, and hook up. It’s sort of like the Sturgis bike rally, but without the motorcycles and leather vests. David Vetter invited me to witness this spectacle in 2014. He’d …
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