Mr. Larson dies. I wrote yesterday how, in writing out a little bit of the third chapter of “THOD,” a character appeared. A grandfatherly-type, a Richard Kiley sort. Mr. Larson. He’s a neighbor. A boy rides his bicycle past his house nearly every day. He tends to flowers in his front yard. He lived throughContinue reading “On Writing, Nuns, and Rains”
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On Dreariness
We’re into our third day of rain. It’s just dreary. Tuesday wasn’t terrible. Just wet. Wednesday was foggy. At one point mid-morning, looking out the windows in the office, it looked like the office was inside a cloud. And then it cleared. And then it rained. And now it’s windy and rainy and windy. AndContinue reading “On Dreariness”
On Having Seen the Rain
I’ve put some John Fogerty in the CD player this morning. Why? Because it’s raining, that’s why! It’s been so sodding dry since August it’s not amusing. The reservoir, when I went out to Eldersburg over the weekend, had fallen drastically. The Baltimore Sun showed an aerial picture of the reservoir in the paper justContinue reading “On Having Seen the Rain”
On Dry Conditions
Yesterday afternoon I drove out to Eldersburg. I needed breakfast cereal, which meant a trip to Big Lots. To reach Eldersburg I have to cross the Liberty Reservoir twice. As I crossed the first bridge — the longer of the two — I noticed something quite interesting. An island had formed in the center ofContinue reading “On Dry Conditions”
On Early Morning Rain
A gentle rain has been falling for an hour or three. It beats the fog of yesterday. There’s something pleasant about hearing cars pass on the road, their tires sloshing in the water. We need the rain. It’s been quite… dry. Rain.