(dedicated to Fritz, my German Shorthaired-Pointer) Clock sounds at six. It’s still dark, bitter cold. Early January in northern Indiana. Should I retreat to Dreamland? I break loose from my Chicago Cubs bedding, and put on warm running gear. He hears me creaking down the stairs. I am soon greeted by the fine wine ofContinue reading “WE ARE ONE by Nick Arndt”
THE FLOW STATE 