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Many years ago I needed to find a place to sit and think. Pooh would call it his thotful spot, a place he went to think. I have half a dozen thotful spots, but one of my favorites is a … Continue reading →

Sometimes I forget that there are places without access to nature in the abundance we enjoy in the Midwest. The ability to get into nature in a few minutes is one of the many things that attracted me to southern … Continue reading →

I wrote this story last year for the Isthmus, our local indy paper. Enjoy if you will. 52 decibels. Sitting on the porch. My dog Lucy is a hundred pounds of muscle, fluff, and exuberance. Our block is a major … Continue reading →

It’s been 15 months since the LAD STEMI knocked me down a few rungs on the Ladder of Life. Okay, it sorta threw me off the Ladder of Life and I landed in the Thorny Rosebush of Reality and rolled … Continue reading →

I wrote a post several years ago about how many canoes I have. Some of you asked me what has changed since then, I wanted to update y’all. A lot of change, as you may imagine. Because of my profession, … Continue reading →

I made the strategic error of selecting a dog breed that is hardly a logical choice for a canoe dog. That said, I’d do it all over again. Lucy is the sweetest Great Pyrenees/Newfoundland cross ever bred. She also weighs … Continue reading →

It’s mid-April, which in Wisconsin means it’s 36 in the morning at 70 in the later afternoon. That’s April. Oh, and two weeks ago today I was snowshoeing in ten inches of fresh, heavy snow just to tire out Dog … Continue reading →

Well, it has been a strange autumn. Firstborn was home from the Brooklyn for Thanksgiving, which is always a treat. Great food, better company. We usually paddle over the Christmas break, but it was nice out, and last year we … Continue reading →

My wife has a lovely little vegetable garden. I have ground squirrel traps set in the backyard around Stephanie’s garden as they like to eat her veggies, and the fencing and marigolds weren’t holding them off. Checking the traps, I … Continue reading →