Caleb Stegall is a real person from a real place, a Kansas patriot and a helluva good writer. His presence enriches, enlivens, and even ennobles the front porch.
I very much regret his departure from the masthead.…
December 2010
If thou, Robert Cheeks, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss, O Bob, who may abide it?
A thing without proper limits becomes its own opposite, and benevolence quickly becomes a tyranny which threatens both civil and religious order.
Jesse Straight reads Wendell Berry and Joel Saletin in college and now raises chickens. Listen to the story when an NPR reporter helps him at the slaughter.
Meanwhile in America, the sheeple remain content with, or blind to, their role as sheep to be slaughtered to feed the rich.
Gram Parsons, Southern hippie aristocrat Byrd progenitor of “Cosmic American Music” who spent too much tyme eight miles high, expressed his Christian faith in a number of tunes, none lovelier than “A Song for You.”
How New England can change the world?
Where this latest tourist among the rustics goes wrong is in not crediting the stay-at-homes with the capacity to dream, and in not noticing that some of those who “got out” dream of returning.
Millions were waiting for “Breakfast with the Bar Jester, Part 2″ Their wait continues.
