Wilderness. The word itself is music.

Trout fishing. One must be a stickler for proper form. Use nothing but #4 blasting caps, or a hand grenade, if handy, or at a pool well-lined with stone, one blast from a .44 magnum will bring a few stunned brookies quietly to the surface.

A man is not aware of his virtues (if any). Nevertheless, one hopes that they exist.

Some people write to please, to soothe, to console. Others to provoke, to challenge, to exasperate and infuriate. I've always found the second approach the more pleasing.

Phoenix, Arizona: an oasis of ugliness in the midst of a beautiful wasteland.

I have written much about many good places. But the best places of all, I have never mentioned.

I'm a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.