That’s all I can say right now. My journalistic chops are slipping. But whose wouldn’t? I’m too close. But that’s where I want to be. That’s the challenge. —To remember the camera when I’m finding morels and wild asparagus. I mean, there’s no evidence left. Maybe I’ll get another chance. That’s all I can usually hope for with this kind of journalism.
What a find!
Ready for a feast!
