It was 76° and sunny Saturday.  Snow was on the ground Sunday.  Tonight the low is supposed to get down to 15°.  The wheat crop is in danger.  The word is that it may be as poor a crop as 2007.  Thank God, I'm not a farmer.  Especially in Kansas, where, if the floods don't drown it, the droughts will shrivel it up, the hail will beat it to death, ( Read more... )

The early teen years are perfect for an introduction to Poe:  it's one tortured soul reaching out to another through the miasma of darkness and gloom.  The junior high librarian and I became good friends, and she gifted me with a slim volume of Poe's writing.  We've been friends since:  the librarian, Poe, and I ( Read more... )