Stuff in the Basement

Even though last week we quite regularly had a couple hundred geese in the cornfield behind our place, I headed out to the Big Sioux Rive...

A stark dawn, bright sun, first frost of the season--at least the first that was visible. A beautiful morning, really. Deer hunters all over...

She won, of course. When Shakespeare determined he'd do what he could to make her swoon, he compared her to a summer's day, and s...

Their table manners are atrocious, their cuisine obscene.  In a group, they're more bullies than birds, and their singing i...