The Dastardly Handsome Duo
The life and times of Jack and Grant. For family. For posterity. For the record.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
Snow melts, so we hike

THERE’S a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten—
If I ever read it.
(Robert Frost, A Patch of Old Snow, 1920)
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