And Still I Wander, Seeking

It Was Cold Out There, Bitter, Biting, Cutting, Piercing, Hyperborean, Marmoreal Cold, And There Were All These Minnesotans Running Around Outdoors, Happy As Lambs In The Spring.

Rivers Run Through Our History And Folklore, And Link Us As A People.... We Are A Nation Rich In Rivers.

The Sparrows Are Preparing For Winter, Each One Dressed In A Plain Brown Coat And Singing A Cheerful Song.

I Believe That Writing Is Derivative. I Think Good Writing Comes From Good Reading.

To Read The Papers And To Listen To The News... One Would Think The Country Is In Terrible Trouble. You Do Not Get That Impression When You Travel The Back Roads And The Small Towns Do Care About Their Country And Wish It Well.