I can write anywhere.

We are all naturally xenophobic.

Every day I wonder how many things I am dead wrong about. -- True North

Strangely, when I totally emerged from this slump I couldn't comprehend how I had almost drowned it it.

I got $30 from Nation magazine for a poem and $500 for my first book of poems.

This infantile sense of order tended to infect my life at large. Up at 5:30 a.m., coffee, oatmeal, perhaps sausage (homemade), and fresh eggs giving one of the yolks to Lola. Listening to NPR and grieving more recently over the absence of Bob Edwards who was the sound of morning as surely as birds. Reading a paragraph or two of Emerson or Loren Eiseley to raise the level of my thinking. Going out to feed the cattle if it was during our six months of bad weather.

I see more genuine sociability between the races in Mississippi than I see in Michigan. No question.