Sunday, June 24, 2012


Beside my clenching at the keyboard, this is the time of year when I just want to read, read, read.  I'm fighting it.  Sort of.  On top of all the usual summer re-reads, the death of Ray Bradbury reminded me of "Dandelion Wine."  I wrote this
for the Word on Fire Blog.  I think when I was editing it I took out the part about how the one thing I could not quite work into my "mental picture" of my youthful reading was what a ravine was.  The dictionary didn't help much.  It didn't come together for me until the first time I went for a ravine hike with my friends freshman year of college.  This was in a town just a few miles south of Bradbury's hometown of Waukegan, Illinois; possessing the same Lake Michigan bluffs geological traits Waukegan and, thereby, the fictional Green Town.  It was a revelation.  Oh, this is a ravine.

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