For the past few years I’ve had research plots in northwestern Tennessee. Each summer, once a month or so, I make the 5-hour drive to the site and spend the afternoon taking data. 550 more words
WTF? Looks like the plague or something...
In the pre-dawn chill, he put on his old black hoodie and went to work. Three hours of sleep had not been nearly enough to make him feel well, but he thought of his Big Year on the Streams– the year 2004, a full decade ago– and he wanted to celebrate the anniversary, as if this current year had made the Big Year all-important. 636 more words