It’s the resting time of year. The seed catalogs are sprouting post-a-notes of things to be ordered very soon now, the houseplants and herbs are stretching toward the pale sun on windowsills, and the hens are taking a well-deserved break … Continue reading
Ghost Point by James A. Hetley The mortars rained out of the hot ’Nam sky, Crump! Crump! Crump! into the shit-stinking paddy mud. Den Carlsson threw himself flat, scanned the battlefield, and the third round always took the looie as … Continue reading
James Hetley is a renaissance man, which is often the case with writers. He’s been an architect specializing in renovation and adaptive reuse of old buildings. Of course, he lives in a magnificent horror of a house from the 1850s, with an electrical system from Edison’s time and a furnace installed when Roosevelt was president.
Teddy Roosevelt.Continue reading