Driving one night in the swamps of NC, I saw a roadside bear. Animals are first noticed because the light hits their eyes and you see the eyes and slow down. My passenger, who was from a ONW city, insisted it was a dumpster not a bear.

I like Richard Powers. Y'all are holding down the straight American guys space on my bookshelf.

Thank you. I am reading nature memoirs right now because I need to remind myself I am part of something bigger than the tragedies of this week.

How does that even happen?