Friday afternoon, In the main branch of the library, looking out of the window at the Boardman Lake, out of which flows the Boardman River, which, in turn, empties into Grand Traverse Bay a mile or two from here. I … Continue reading
Friday afternoon in the main library in town. This is a lovely building constructed some twenty years ago, and it is bustling in a quiet kind of way, with a variety of patrons. That variety is the primary reason I … Continue reading
The old English professor hiding inside of me emerges and insists I correct my incorrect usage. Carol was not agoraphobic, fearful of an unsafe environment, such as a crowd; she was acrophobic, fearful of heights.
Sunday afternoon. Spring has finally arrived. Swaths of browned grass emerging from beneath the snow on the margins of the lawn. Still significant piles of snow in other places, but the process has started. Solitary bicyclists riding up and down … Continue reading