The View from Mudsock Heights: This Could Easily Become the Worst Turn of Events

By Dennis E. Powell | Jan 7, 2009 at 12:56:33

It’s as clear in my mind as if it had happened yesterday. The conversation was with a skilled biologist I had just met, someone who would become a close friend. Without prompting, I offered a prediction. “I don’t think the environment will get us,” I said. “I think it will be a bug.”

Talking Past Each Other

By Ed Hurst | Jan 3, 2009 at 12:40:3

It’s always the same. I publish my views on rolling release; immediately, comments began to appear, as I had hoped. That means people are reading it and thinking about it. Most people who responded to it contacted me separately without using the comments function on our site. The majority understood it, and thanked me for targeting the issue. It seems the few who weren’t happy preferred to use the comments section.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Let’s Celebrate the Regional Idioms While They’re

By Dennis E. Powell | Jan 1, 2009 at 22:25:1

Modern communication offers many wonderful advantages. But it might be a mistake to forget that these come at a cost. This came to mind the other day when I happened onto a conversation with a fellow from Amesville, whose way of saying things — accent and usage — are what we might have found here a century ago.

The View from Mudsock Heights: The Old Saw

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 27, 2008 at 23:32:5

Did you hear the old saw? If you live near me, you did. People have asked, so I suppose it’s right to tell: yes, the woodstove got installed and yes, the ornery old locust tree that had been the bane of my timber disassembly efforts has gotten cut and stacked.

The View from Mudsock Heights: With One Delicious Recipe, Brooklyn is Redeemed

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 18, 2008 at 9:52:10

The holiday season can be a little bit of a minefield, especially in a place where everyone is a good cook and many are great cooks. Let me tell you what I mean.

The View from Mudsock Heights: A Miner’s Carol

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 11, 2008 at 0:40:44

Wisdom and depth are often found in quiet country folk.

We live in a world where it is common for total strangers to confide in us the most intimate details of their favorite subject: themselves. This isn’t necessarily a good thing, I think, and it wasn’t always the case. Once upon a time, a degree of genteel reserve was thought to be one of the fundamentals of politeness. Now it’s all but extinct.

The View from Mudsock Heights: To Find a Reason For Thanksgiving, Take a Stroll

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 3, 2008 at 14:17:29

It could be genetic. My father was a reporter and columnist, too.

What makes me think of this just now is something he wrote in his column more than 40 years ago. Though it was written in early October, I always think of it and re-read it around Thanksgiving. It sums up the season for me better than anything else. I think that you might find it nice, too.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Let There Be Dark — As Long As There Are Horses

By Dennis E. Powell | Nov 26, 2008 at 23:7:15

Winston Churchill famously said, “there is something about the outside of a horse that’s good for the inside of a man.” He was right.

Problematic Holidays

By Timothy R. Butler | Nov 25, 2008 at 23:22:56

Every year, Americans gather around their dining rooms to have holiday dinner. Unlike other special days of the year, however, this holiday is a holiday of intolerance and division. Surely you know the day I refer to, don’t you? Thanksgiving!

The View from Mudsock Heights: A Dollar’s Worth of Hope

By Dennis E. Powell | Nov 19, 2008 at 9:49:19

Down at the Marathon the other day I saw a man buying a lottery ticket.

A nondescript fellow he was, middle-aged, appearing neither particularly well-to-do nor poor. He got me to thinking, which is sometimes a dangerous thing to do (as those who gazed upon the contraption I invented for fixing my gutters can attest).