Seventy degrees below zero

Pickathon 2009 took place over one of the hottest weekends of the summer. People were hiding under shade structures or in the Galaxy Barn or slipping off to relax under the giant Douglas Firs and maples that surround the Woods Stage. Drop the temperature 165 degrees. Last week, I was on a plane heading for… Continue reading Seventy degrees below zero

Little gifts

“Do you want to see the prettiest thing ever?” Leo asked last night. “It’s a gift from Jack and I love it.” I had no idea what to expect. He cracked open the doors to the cabinet where he stashes stuff. His stash varies. Sometimes he puts little drums in there. Sometimes it’s full of… Continue reading Little gifts