Have finished a second book since the blackout began. The Last of the Mohicans. It's been a while, if ever, since I have read such a straight-forward, plainly told, major novel.
There has been some mingling in my feelings. Sussing the behavior and thoughts of the variety of locals around here. While the various characters in the novel suss the same of one another. All of us, across cultural divides, in strange and forested, American lands.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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