I Could Have Disappeared

  "Letter writing may be an exile's main occupation" I read this morning. I haven't written a letter in a long time now. I wrote too many long letters. The memory of them embarrasses me now. I have no need to personally address anyone near or on a far shore any more. Like I said…

A Regular Dog. A Quick Study

On that walk into town from the ranch in the morning for coffee and supplies I sometimes have what seem to me calm and prescient thoughts. I have pretensions to insight, mostly unutterable in company, but personally informative, guiding me, for better or for worse. Last autumn I was writing about the lad and me…