Updated: Jul 10, 2020
We didn’t keep track of how many we caught. But we know Gersh caught none. …and Tony stayed away from the birds this time around.
Man, we don’t get out to fish nearly as much as we should.
Have a happy and safe 4th of July.
Not here. You fuckers cannot follow me here. His dad looked over his shoulder from the tailgate at Charlie, standing in the tall grass looking over the river, hands tucked into the top of his waders,
In just a short couple weeks, I’ll be heading out to Colorado for the 2015 Breckenridge Film Festival. As some of you may already know, our film – A Deliberate Life – was selected for the festival as
I unearthed my old grad school poet’s notebook this morning. Cracking the cover, I found a sheaf of paper that held several iterations of a poem (c. ’00) I remember sweating over for months. My handwr