Well, it finally happened. Somebody attested that I am human after all. And it’s not like I haven’t been telling…
We were young once, and fearless
Those guys up top? They were the founders of the Shining Rock Orienteering Society getting ready to push off for…
The river of many returns
The first time I camped on the Mills River, in the Pisgah National Forest, was maybe a quarter century ago.…
A walk in the autumn woods
Funny but sadly true story. We surviving members (dregs?) of the Shining Rock Orienteering Society have once again converged upon…
Waylon and me and David made three
Raise a toast to absent companions. Today I’m toasting Waylon Clifton and David Flagg. Waylon was GNV police chief from…
Alone in the dark
Everything I know I learned from the movies: R. Cunningham Knowledge is good: Animal House I’m going to tell you…
Here’s what’s on stage in GNV in October
I wrote this for today’s edition of The Sun. A deranged barber obsessed with revenge in Victorian London. A young…
Stranger (finally arrived) in a strange land
Maybe it’s just me. Or maybe it’s anybody who, like me, grew up feasting on the likes of Heinlein, Burroughs,…
Sometimes it’s what you don’t see
With thanks to Carl Sandburg. Yellowstone National Park is full of unforgettable sights. Towering cliffs and plunging waterfalls. Geysers exploding…
That time I went through the looking glass
Let’s pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get through. Why it’s turning into…
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