Conclaves with a NYC Poet
511 Words. 2 Minute Read.
In it sat a man in his 60s: unattached and effortlessly stylish. He wore a wrinkled linen suit, a cotton neckerchief, and loafers sans socks. His glasses were dark and thick, framing a symmetrical, weathered face. I saw scads of stylish men in New York, but this Lower East Side poet was sprezzatura incarnate.
When Fishing Was Simpler
920 Words. 4 Minute Read.
I’d drive to the river early Sunday morning, sit on my tailgate while “Walkin’ (For Your Love)” played, and get my vest organized. All I needed were a few size 12 Lighting Bugs and I’d be sure to land some farm-raised SNIT’s (standard nine inch trout).
Jackson Hole & A Yellow Submarine
1,789 Words. 7 Minute Read.
My first real adventure was spending college summers working in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. This was in the late 90s when Jackson was a bit sleepier and content with Aspen being the playground of the rich. There were a few celebrities, but it was limited to a run-in with Harrison Ford in the backcountry.
Ice Climbing in Vail, Colorado
915 Words. 4 Minute Read.
I was plagued with a litany of what-ifs. Numero uno being, “What if I fall and one of these axes punctures my abdomen?” In my mind’s eye, I was hanging like a piñata while blood poured out like wine from a decanter.
Bear Attack & Bimini Islands
2,524 Words. 10 Minute Read.
We didn’t even know how to get the damn thing out of the harbor, but cigars were lit, Barometer Soup by Jimmy Buffett was playing, and come hell or high water we’d be chasing Hemingway’s ghost in the Bimini’s. We had several gallons of rum, sundries for two weeks (or so we thought), and two pistols with ammunition.