On My Own Two Feet

I'm home from Wisconsin and happily painting blue jays and eating leftovers in the
quietest of quiet houses, deliriously glad not to be huddled in a corner
of some gray airport. Written while on the road:


I like travel. Even though I'm writing this as I'm finishing a 7-hour airline stranding in Detroit, and it's pushing 10 pm, and I have another four hours to go before I collapse in my