If daughters are hot, then sons have got to be next, right? My title is ahead of the curve, baby.
On Maine Weather
One of my first jobs was being a paperboy, which in some ways is as close as I'm ever going to get to being a Maine game warden who must do his job every day in all kinds of weather. It was brutal going out into those subzero mornings—but bracing also. I'm not sure I've ever felt as intensely alive. (People who avoid the cold deny themselves that experience of pure vitality.) And the best fires are the ones we find waiting for us at home when we return from an adventure in the freezing cold.
Photo of the Day
(From left) Maine Warden Service Lts. Kevin S. Adam and Thomas D. Ward are sworn in as lieutenants by Maine Department of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife Commissioner Roland “Danny” Martin as MWS Col. Joel Wilkinson looks on during a ceremony on Monday, November 16, 2009. (MWS Photo by Emily Jones.)
Jumping on the Bandwagon
Andrew Sullivan has a post up at the Daily Dish celebrating the perfection of this Johnny Cash cover of Nine Inch Nails, but I can't resist putting up a link, too:
My River
It is a raw November day along the Maine coast. The fog is sweeping down off Mount Battie, and our backyard is covered with a wet blanket of fallen leaves. Most of the maples and oaks behind the house are bare now. As a result, the view of the Megunticook River is unobstructed from the bedroom window. Looking at the river this morning put me in mind of the joy I felt moving to this place a few years ago. It reminded me also of this essay I wrote for the magazine.
Having just returned from the far side of the continent, I've been dwelling on the concept of personal geography — how we define ourselves and are defined by the landscapes we choose to inhabit. And I realized that, for the time being at least, this river is me.