Eine nicht-so-kleine Nachtmusik…

Keeping close tabs on your book sales is a good sign that you’ve got too much time on your hands. Still, technology makes the process irresistibly simple. Click! The page is refreshed, and look at that—you just sold the third copy this month of an eVersion of a...

A whole lot of rhubarb…

That’s what my Frequent Companion and I encountered two weeks ago at the annual Rhubarb Festival in Aledo, Illinois. We also saw the Bear Tree in Bloomington and the Kokomantis in Kokomo, and posted an abundance of photos on Facebook, where you can probably...

A Burglar’s Complaint

A couple of months ago, a woman named Bianca emailed me from Germany. Could I write something around 700 words long for a New York guide book called 38 Hours? I could and I did, and they’ve just now sent me a copy of the book, with my effort printed, and with a...

Scribble, Scribble, Scribble…

Y’all know the story, right? The Duke of Gloucester, patron to Edward Gibbon, upon receiving the second volume of Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire: “Another damned thick book! Always scribble, scribble, scribble! Eh, Mr. Gibbon?” I’m...

A Walk Among the Kale and the Quinoa…

This from the incomparable Joe Queenan, in the Weekly Standard, who knows that context is everything: “While traveling in the west of England recently, I had occasion to dine in an organic restaurant just outside Cirencester. The restaurant was clean and...