Hello Again From an April Fool

I love to go in the capricious days of April and hunt violets.

Tracked down the last of  748 footnotes this morn.

(In Quincy Adams’s diaries)

Bought a white chocolate-pumpkin scone on the way home

Mmm

Seventy-nine degrees–a thermometric record

We stood over the first violets of the spring as I read N.P. Willis’s “April”

(“I love to go in the capricious days of April and hunt violets”)

Then Gretel said, “Dad, let’s play catch.”

This perfect day!

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A stack of three Local Culture journals and the book 'Localism in the Mass Age'

Bill Kauffman

Bill Kauffman is the author of eleven books, among them Dispatches from the Muckdog Gazette (Henry Holt), Ain’t My America (Metropolitan), Look Homeward, America (ISI), and Poetry Night at the Ballpark (FPR Books). His next book, Upstaters, is due from SUNY Press in 2026. He is a columnist for The American Conservative and The Spectator World. Bill wrote the screenplay for the 2013 feature film Copperhead. He is a founding editor of Front Porch Republic and has served as a legislative assistant to Senator Pat Moynihan, editor for various magazines and publishers, and vice president of the Batavia Muckdogs, a professional baseball team that was euthanized by Major League Baseball. He lives with his wife Lucine in his native Genesee County, New York.

5 comments

  • S.L. Toddard

    Post more!

  • Bill Kauffman

    Jeez, JB, I’d pulp the damned book if it led to something that awful.

  • Jason Gagnon

    Governor’s mansion, Mr. Beer? Can’t we at least hold out hope that it will be on the front porch of the president’s mansion of the Republic of Texas?

  • And yet it was 70 at most here in Phoenix. The mysteries of April weather.

    Congrats on finishing those footnotes, Bill. Just a few more months until you and Rick Perry are drinking Lone Stars together on the patio of the Tejas gov’nor’s manse.

  • Jason Peters

    Gretel, dear. Go easy on the old man. Poor sod just tracked down the last of 748 footnotes. Throw to his glove hand if you can.

    (Eighty plus here in RI, Bill, and it’s good to see you back. Daffodils are smilin’ at the sun. Happy Easter to ye!)

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