Samain Moon of the Winter Solstice
(this was the scene out my study window on December 11, last year)
How would Robert Frost write “Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening” for the Winter Solstice? Somehow the carriage sunk in mud while the rain beats down just doesn’t carry the same poetics.
Annual physical finished. Tom Davis, the internist whom I see, enters the State Fair art contest every year in photography and has never got admitted. He has one of his pieces in his office and it’s pretty damn good. A pensive work in Galena, Illinois.
Each year after the physical, since fasting is required, I go to Hell and have breakfast. Hell has its Minneapolis location in the basement of the building next to the Medical Arts parking ramp. An all punk wait staff, classic movies projected on a big screen and broadcast over TV’s, and an imaginative menu make Hell a bigger draw than you might imagine.