When the Inspector Calls
A singer’s got to sing, a dancer’s got to dance, and an inspector's got to find stuff.
The Culmination of Days
One goose honked until it was hoarse—until anyone could have understood its anguish. ‘Help!’ it was screaming. ‘My baby!’
When the Rain Came
I wanted to know how well we did at our cabin in the woods recording eight inches of rain . . . It turns out, we can run with the big dogs.
Les Grandes Vacances
What we would do if France did not have Les Grandes Vacances, which sends the country into a state of hibernation every August?
Blindfolded Canoe Racing
There is something about blindfolded anything that separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom: you do not see chickens daring each other to cross the road blindfolded.
Eat, or be Eaten
I am all about live and let live these days, with one—well, two—current exceptions: ticks, and mosquitos.
(Human) Nature
“Travel,” read the sign on a Seine River cruise boat, “is the ethic of caring for the world.”
Tell Him Not to Feed the Bears
But there he was, busy pulling, twisting, adjusting, exchanging one tool for another from his leather belt in an easy motion.
800 Words on Maple Syrup and Wiper Fluid
You may be thinking, is he really postcarding about washer fluid behavior?
Lost in the Woods
For example, there is the possibility of getting lost in the woods . . .in freezing temperatures. I did this last week.