Books are not men and yet they are alive.

As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish.

Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.

The blog is also a way to continue to register what I see and hear in a day - no matter what the form. In fact, my blog is a complete mixture of forms.

Occasionally I encounter people getting into their cars who will say, "Oh, you haven't been walking lately" - like I'm a symbol of the ancient art of walking!

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

I admire the attention other writers can give to the world we're walking in.