Not that it should excuse such a hopelessly skewed view of things, such an appallingly discursive commentary on life and death and seasons and time as you'll see if you keep turning pages. They've since been changed, revised, rewritten. The newsletter is the Mid-Coast Audubon Bulletin , complete with the Bulletin Board. In one piece I come off as a sort of globetrotting ambulance chaser, skipping blithely from a World Series error in New York to radioisotopes in Chernobyl to an industrial accident on the Rhine. The recurrences abound, meantime.
Baseball is one.
Brenda Lee's another. My preferences would seem to include autumn, Charlotte's Web , the mood-spurring light of an overcast day, and hyphenated adjectives. There seems also something about preening birds that repeatedly strikes my fancy. I have just now for the trusty electrical service line that bisects my southern view.