Home Alone
The recent heavy rainfalls and resulting heavy mosquitoes are the topic du jour around here. The buggers are making up for the lost time of a dry spring and attacking with […]
Category Archives: Hay
Foreign Country: Blythe, California
I awoke at 4:30 and by 5:00 the rental Nissan was motoring down the sparsely vegetated ribbon of interstate between Palm Springs and Phoenix. I had just weathered two straight […]
Tender Loin
It was the kind of gathering where a bowling ball rolled across the lush, encyclopedia-thick carpeting might only make it eight inches before hitting the next set of Gucci loafers. […]
Creative Destruction
I stared out at the Gulf, a ripe nectarine in one hand, a bag of granola in the other, watching the playboy yachts chugging south toward the Keys and the half-drunk […]
Foreign Country: Plano, Texas
It was lunchtime on a sunny summer Friday and I prowled the Dallas suburbs looking for the Next Big Deal. It sounds sexy to be out shopping for a thirty […]
Equipment Dysfunction
“How many kids do you got?” Steve asked. The answer is eight, of course, though it sometimes feels like more. A lot more. There are times it feels like twenty. […]
Hay Fever
You would never guess it from the marketing materials. The catalogs and print advertisements and websites all feature rock climbers perched on vertical cliffs, backcountry skiers buried in champagne powder, […]
Paul Fredenberg 