I know my vegetables. I know each of them. Spend hours here each week on your hands and knees, and you will know what it means to commune with your food.
The meaning of America [street stall]
An urban hot dog stand: part livelihood, part miniature microcosm. America as seen through the eyes of a sausage-selling street preacher. An unexpected lesson in the art of being real.
After Dark [park]
Night is the time for ghosts. Some of them live here, at the park around the corner.
Lake Monona [water]
Our love for our lakes might be killing them.
Passing [memorial]
I checked my email in an attempt to procrastinate. The subject line was simple, the message brief: Judith Strasser died in her sleep; it was peaceful. I barely knew Judith. Yet news of her death left me grabbing my coat and heading for the door.
Gods of Frolic [freestyle: dog park]
A de facto dog park in all respects, it is absolutely unofficial, and technically, illegal.
