Hellbenders Fighting In My Back Yard
There is a nice article right now in Rolling Stone on a historic and heroic struggle that is happening just a few miles up the road from me. A while back, a big corporation came to a tiny little community and said, “we’re going to dump all our pollution here.” A lot of the good…
Nicely Done, 84
How about a shout-out to my fellow Westsylvanians, 84 Lumber, whose censored commercial is generating a ton of commendations and criticism this morning along with those other legendary political dissidents, Coca-Cola and Anheiser-Busch. I mean, who do they think they are? McDonalds? 84 Lumber had been getting some press in the weeks leading up to…
Today is a civilization-pausing holiday where I live, the Monday after Thanksgiving, the end of the 5-day weekend: Deer Day. If you also live in a region where NRA bumper stickers outnumber high school diplomas, you know what I’m talking about. If yer City Folk, I’ll spell it out: it is the first day of…
Because there just aren’t very may funny hunting memes… …and, frankly, I just didn’t feel like trying that hard.
Saturday Night Original: Joyland
My novel features a frontier city called “Joyland” that is inspired by, in unequal parts, nascent Las Vegas, Bogart’s Casablanca, Deadwood South Dakota, and just about every “Little America” truckstop along the highways of America–but the name came from a ramshackle little roadhouse in the blink-and-you-miss-it town of Cramer, PA just north of Johnstown near…
In The Garden: Early July
The upside to the rainiest summer in my memory: the lawn and garden are more lush than ever before. My wife’s tireless gardening and newly cultivated photographic eye have made for some vivid scenery around these parts. I’m not sure why I never posted this before–but ain’t it pretty?
2015 Summer Wonders #73: Rail Trail Biking
Riding bikes on a rail trail–these guys are a couple of my childhood friends, together for a rowdy weekend of biking, river running, and drinking back in 2007 on the GAP near Ohiopyle, PA.
Saturday Night Originals: Country Cookout 1985
This is a companion picture to this. The ensuing meal introduced me to that culinary marvel which would sustain me for many summer nights in the thirty years that has passed between then and now: the Mountain Pie. The girl in the photo was my date for my senior prom.
Prom Gown Shopping For Men
When I realized that the day of shopping for prom gowns my wife had scheduled with my daughters was not a much-anticipated day of mother-daughter bonding, but a drudgery to which my wife was looking forward with all the eagerness of shoeless pilgrim standing before a road of broken glass, I grimaced and stepped into…