Month: August 2012

Up North

When I picture the north woods, I imagine a Grimm’s fairy tale landscape of unbearably massive oaks and pines lodged on an uneven, crumbling earth, burdened by immense drifts of white powder snow or the steamy run-off of a recent downpour. I harken back to days spent following the sunny patches on the living room floor, vacuuming up the comics…

Don’t Touch

“Jim, I want you to take this home for me.” Albert, Jim’s boss, nearly eclipsed the doorway to Jim’s office. Behind Albert’s girth, a dark shape sat on the floor of the hallway. It appeared to be an extra-bulky backpack with a long hose attached. “Sure thing, Al,” Jim replied.  “But…what is it?” Albert grinned. “Oh, just a little something…