September and October have been two of the heaviest travel months of my career in conservation so far. I have seen the sun rise in Washington D.C. and set in Portland on the same day. I’ve traveled to the political heartland, and I’ve driven thousands of miles around Oregon.
With the demise of creative music and extremely limited options among the mainstays of the music industry, I have been listening to books on tape, or, more correctly, audiobooks.
Continue reading Three-Thousand Miles, Thirty Hours and Three Audiobooks
My daughter still wants me to read to her every night.
It is one of the great joys of my life.
She’s a great reader, tied for top in her class and competitive in a way I didn’t really expect, always asking to go another level up.
She likes the way I do the characters, with accents and growls and stutters.
We’ve moved on from her toddler books into the big world of pop cultural literature. When we moved recently, I found myself with two boxes of books to donate to Goodwill. When I opened the box to peek inside, I found all my favorites there. “Goodnight Moon,” “Curious George,” “Go, Dog. Go!” “Where the Wild Things Are,” and many more.
These books are books I’d proudly keep on my shelves next to my Hemingway, Vonnegut, Maclean, Harrison and Bulgakov.
Continue reading When the characters in your imagination meet their movie versions