Steve Inspeep and Neil Crownan have left the yard.  They pooped in our hair; they pooped on our hearts. 

WHAT TO DO… When a small bird flies into the room. It happens to the best of us. You’re sitting on the couch doing crossword puzzles, and a bird flies thwop into the window next to you. What a noisy distraction! Perhaps then it flies back, dazed, in the opposite direction, out of the room—hooray! … More

Election night in my Panama City hotel. I got a lot of work done, and…Warren! McCaskill! Obama! Very curious what the South will feel like this week. 

The corner of the middle school building, and corn.  I like working in the rural south, because I overhear professional educators say things like “I didn’t know there was fellas on the Pinterest,” real slow, and I think “OH MY GOD!” and get so excited to be somewhere so different, before I realize that they are … More

Something something “children of the corn” something something.