As we both trundled near what was likely our last decade, I asked him to make a round breakfast table for me. He could no longer grip the woodworking tools . . .
Author Archives: Marshall
“O Canada”
A scant 24 hours ago, we had been in a foreign country, although it is difficult to call Nova Scotia a “foreign country.”
Marooned in Chicago
The University of Chicago has given us Amos Alonzo Stagg, the atomic bomb and Milton Friedman,
Bahamas Bones
We were on Andros Island to fish for the grey ghost of the flats
Puttin’ On the Dog
For years I viewed pit bulls as a danger to civil society, associating them with angry white men who watch Ultimate Fighting on TV and crush Budweiser beer cans on their foreheads.
