The Pere Marquette was a lesson in the art of disciplined optimism. This is not sunshine-and-puppies optimism. This is not...

One trip. Three videos. All from the same footage. No…not win, place and show. Win, win and win. Big props to the editorial-stylizations...

Then all of a sudden, there we were. Straight from the airport. Three of us and a drift boat and a river unhinged and in the trees. Gusts...

Flight, flight, Grand Rapids by 10 a.m. I’ve been told Michigan knows how to welcome a fella. All I can tell you is that I’ve been...

Back in late-April of last year, Grant Taylor, Dean Milliman and I got together to do an advertising/awareness campaign for a local...

My home office has got some hellafied built-in bookshelves. As a matter of fact, those bookshelves and the barn were the two things that...

I was just recently diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome. More specifically full-blown Tourette Syndrome. The full-blown part (which sounds...

When we were planning this trip to Idaho, right up to the week prior, there were gaps in our itinerary. Even after we had finished dinner...

The next morning our drive to the South Fork felt entirely different. It was the same landscape of sprawling grain fields and foothills,...

DAY 1 By 9:30 we had packed the truck, eaten some breakfast, gassed and coffee’d up and were on the road for our four hour haul to Idaho...

Out front of the hotel and across the highway, the geese were up, flying west/southwest at 7 a.m. just as they had the last two mornings....

Looking out the window at 30,000 feet over the canyons and low-slung foothills of southwest Idaho, my brain still hadn’t registered the...

Ten Days. Five different rivers. A whole lot of new friends. Idaho kicks ass. Stay tuned for reports from the trip.

The wake-up call rang at 3:45 on Sunday morning. From my 44th floor window, Canal St. was still a neon flow of people swarming from one...

It’s been a busy summer for house-projects, travel and work. Four months have already passed since I made the jump from the agency world...

this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas   windows down   tire-tread serenade   humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights   bugs on the...

She asks Tell me, sad eyes What would it take to get a dance? I don’t answer My silence doesn’t register as an answer She asks again I...

5:30 a.m. Rain, low/mid 40’s August 28, 1990, my 18th birthday Ft. Leonard Wood, MO Up at that hour, I wished I was getting my gear...

We climb out of the dark for sunrise, ease into night from the evening. Somewhere in there the fish bite.

Another from the thesis. I spend a total of two months in the Delta doing research for a book about the Delta Blues. One day I had a...