Fred First
FRED FIRST: To The End of The End of The Book
The uncertainty and never-ending unknowing may soon end. For the past year, there has been no dry land on the horizon. But we may not be adrift much longer.To...
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in...
The Glorious Good-bye of Autumn
It seems fitting to celebrate the transition from summer to fall, missing the freedoms of the former, looking with a mix of dread...
Chicken Tales: Fowl Language Warning
Yesterday, fall was in the air. Â I sat down in the maple shade of mid-afternoon with my legs full out on the...
America’s Great Outdoors: What Makes Here a Special Place?
The America's Great Outdoors initiative aims to develop a new strategy for 21st century conservation and to reconnect Americans to the outdoors. Conservation...
To Vacation: A Lost Verb Reclaimed
The skyline of New York City is fading in the blue haze, below and behind me, and I am headed home. Is it...
The Oceans: Not Too Big to Fail
Let’s imagine for a moment that we live in a fictional future world—a world where, for fifty years, the planet’s plant life on...
The Season of Spiders Draws Nigh
It is now officially the middle of summer—not the weatherman official but the Goose Creek local-native official middle of the summer. And so...