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...
Air Conditioning Not All Its Cracked / Cranked Up To Be
Growing up in the Deep South meant dealing with the heat in summer (well actually, from March through October in Alabama.) When we...
Summer’s Flood of Green Not So Bad
Summer’s green can become tiresome, unless you take it one plant at a time. Some recent botanical discoveries have made the Green Tide...
Retirement: Just One More Rite of Passage
I expect any day now to find in our green mailbox an official-looking envelope from the federal government. It will mark both closure and...
A Natural Resource: Our Quiet Audiosphere
The matter comes not uncommonly into conversations: how might we sustain, in our corner of southwest Virginia, those amenities and virtues that make...
Natural Resource Preservation Plea: Preserve Our Dark Night Skies
A favorite phrase reminds me that “in wonder is the beginning of wisdom.” And I would suggest that, in the darkness of the...
An April Walk Along A Creek and Back Through Time
I have hiked Rock Castle Creek trail a few times since we moved back to Virginia in 1997, but not in April—not until...