Hello friends,
I’ve had a tiring few days, and I don’t have it in me to write something new. Fortunately, I have written a lot of old somethings, and I’m going to share one of those essays. I wrote it around this time last year when things were equally muggy and full of malaise. Many of you read it when it first ran, but many did not. Either way, I hope you all enjoy my ode to the Florida summer. The Weekend Potpourri, at least, is fresh as a daisy.
Summer in the swamp
Hello friends, As we leave August, the heat is at its most oppressive here in Florida. The temperature is currently 89ºF, but the feels-like is 100ºF. Somehow, the humidity is only 61 percent. I’m out on the porch smoking a cigar while I type this. The porch is covered, and the fan’s blowing at full speed. Ev…
Weekend Potpourri
Currently on repeat
CPR can save lives, but only in certain situations. Why has it become the default?
Here’s a look at the Victorian women responsible for the early growth of mycological study.
Trebbe Johnson offers a list of treasures for mourning.
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