Who are these young men and women? Where did they go and what did they become? Once unknowing, bemused; now storied .  And thanks Jon Jordan...

Tending to Place: Back Porch Recollections of a therapeutic trip to Savannah...the continuing story of Francis Quinn. I can't quite shake this guy.

Jim Bouton reminds us that we spend a good piece of our lives gripping a baseball and "in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time."

food for thought--Jefferson himself urged Americans to accommodate even the most extreme forms of expression. “Let them stand undisturbed,” he said, “as a monument of the safety with which error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is free to combat it.”

Again we're tending to place--of trucks and dogs and baseball...and everything in between

Dead Reckoning: establishing one’s position using the distance and direction already traveled. “And this is why I feel like my best lessons are the accidental ones?” Jodi asked. “Times when I either strayed from the script or decided to just wing it?”

“Absolutely!” said Quinn, slapping his thigh. “That’s when teaching happens." 

"Mind if I sit?" "Not at all," Quinn lied.  -- more musings and passages of this old Floridian--this one, a piece of dialogue from Tending To The Past

Out, out and away--that's where I like to be...an American Verse

 The Mako is a bit rough, and it needs new canvas; the gelcoat is oxidized and has some spider cracks; and the teak is faded. But the Evinrude 225 is in great shape, and it'll get that old hull up on a plane quicker than you can say Jackie Robinson. 

A teacher's reflection on Jim Harrison, American Indians, and Tending to the Past