The morning after our swamp walk in the dark, I awoke to crisp air and the rustling of fallen leaves. I rolled to my side, blinking bleary-eyed to see if anyone else was a-stir. The Colonel, of course. Standing not far away in the brisk air, peering right to left …
7/10 of a mile. Doesn’t sound like much, does it? Walk goal-line to goal-line on a football field 12 times, then head back and stop on the 32 yard line. Or walk three east-west blocks in New York City and pop into the Starbuck’s just past the corner. That’s it. …
Via the incomparable Mary Robinette Kowal’s blog, I found the “Which Major US City Are You?” quiz. As I’ve noted elsewhere, I don’t really care for these quiz thingies too much — due to my over-analyzation of each possible question and answer — but this one had matched Mary with …
The one-line email came last week. A simple, seemingly vague question: Up for a walk in the woods with a Citadel legend? The Citadel is a place of legends, you understand. It’s steeped in the ghosts of tradition and story and myth. Yet even so I knew at once what …
I replaced the blade on my razor late last night and completely forgot about the fact this morning as I stood in the shower, lathering up my globe and preparing to shave it. A few slashes later I found my hand red with blood after I utilized the surprisingly sharp …