Category Archives: Blog Archive

(Posted November 16, 2010) Four days in the dank, cool confines of an annex to the Canterbury Raceway trying to sell books to hordes of women clutching their pocketbooks to their chests as tightly as drunks clutching booze. Estrogen so … Continue reading →

(Posted November 1, 2010) We’ve been here four days. My 83 year old father, my sons Matt and Chris, my father’s buddy (and serial eater) Bruce, and two dogs have staked out our claim to North Dakota’s pheasants. Only Chris … Continue reading →

(Posted October 3,2010) 6:30am. Saturday. October. I’m in my writing studio. Instead of working on my latest novel (my fifth) I find myself looking out a window and studying the Cloquet River, a wide (and due to drought) shallow slash … Continue reading →

(September 29, 2010) It’s seven-thirty. I’m driving my youngest son, Jack, to school. I have a surprise for him. Instead of nasal sounding Bobby Zimmerman, this morning we’re going to listen to something louder, something orchestral, something guitar driven, bu … Continue reading →

(Posted September 20, 2010) Chester Bowl.The place where Elwood Ramfjord tried to make me into a ski jumper. I was eight and terrified of Rabbit Ears, a small bump of a jump. Elwood got me to go off that nob … Continue reading →

(Posted September 13, 2010) Harvest Moon Festival in Ely: The three day festival celebrates not only the end of summer but also serves as a place for Voyageur re-enactors to ply their wares and skills. It’s also one of my … Continue reading →

(Posted September 9, 2010) Sunday morning. Labor Day weekend. Most guys are loading up their fishing boats, lashing canoes to their cars, or tuning up their mountain bikes for a long ride over the long weekend. Me? I’m headed north … Continue reading →

(Posted August 29, 2010) The road is familiar. When I was a lawyer, I had a hog farmer client, Bob Briard, who lived between Park Rapids and Detroit Lakes off Highway No.  34. So I’ve traveled Minnesota Highway No. 200, … Continue reading →

(Posted Augsut 24, 2010) I’m a northern Minnesota boy. Sitting on a plastic gardener’s bench in the middle of towering cornstalks pulling weeds in eighty-five degree heat isn’t my natural environment. But as long as my wife, my sons, and … Continue reading →

(Posted August 6, 2010) Tuesday. I’m a few minutes late to meet publisher, Finnish culture aficionado, and master kantele builder, Gerry Henkel at Amazing Grace Bakery in Duluth for breakfast. I’m on my way to FinnGrand Fest in Sault Ste. … Continue reading →