Where Am I?

Where am I that I’m not writing at my desk?



Logging off the back meadow?

No, Don Nichols the Stone Ridge Wood Man is doing that.

Me?  I’m bringing my fishing gear up to snuff because it’s that time of year and I’m a rational human being. Well, almost rational.  But sometime disobedient because Mrs. Zahadi, my sixth grade teacher, a woman who taught me more than anybody else about the English Language, always said “never begin a sentence with the word well.”  But sometimes it fits.