I loved the farm and loved the farmer and hated the work. Ain’t nobody ever said they liked that work, that wasn’t lying. Nobody ever liked near electrocution, every day, trying to outsmart a fence … [Read more...] about The Work

Alone in my red Ford, the Lowell George song Willin' comes on the radio like an invasion from a lost and forgotten past life. Remembering sitting in a truck stop on the Trans-Canada highway, forty … [Read more...] about Willin’