September 23, 2004

Amber Waves of Grain

Alas, Nina assures me all I’m bound to see this time of year are dry cornstalks but, regardless, I will be gone a few days as we journey West to her hometown, right smack in the middle of the fabled BreadCornbasket of America. Y’all behave while I’m away.

September 18, 2004

The Buck Stops Here

September 13, 2004

No Soup For You

September 12, 2004

Much Ado About Nothing

September 1, 2004

North Fork Century Bike Ride