Author: Bill Woodall

Cool (40 degrees) air. Warm (69 degrees) water. Fishing for walleye in the wispy fog.

Storm coming in over the ridge. (P.S.: If you’ve a goldenrod allergy, this is not the time or place for you.) Arriving. My friend from long ago Wesley Griffin, would…

Music on a pleasant summer night is a treat. Don McLean, in his early 70s mega-hit asked “can music save your mortal soul?” I’m gonna say “no.” But music on…

For contemporary fiction, I rely on my Kilgore public library card and the digital collection offered by Northeast Texas Library System. But, with space at a premium and weight a…

An older gentlemen who live near here, takes his wife “to town” for cancer treatment on Wednesdays and then drives her home. By they time they get back, she’s tired…

It’s sweatshirt season in northern PA… at the very least, a windbreaker. The birch leaves are tinged with yellow and many maple leaves are red at the margin. I feel…

… there is a season. A show-off maple hints that a new season is just ahead.

Friendly folks drift in and out of my campground every week. Some I chat with, some I sit with, some I only wave to and later find myself regretting the…

Lance and Cathy Mangus first started hanging out together when they were sophomores in high school. Lance is 78 — I didn’t ask Cathy, but I’d guess she’s about the…

After 3 months of being limited digital communication with those that matter, I had friends and family here thrice in July. Great friends Clark Langley and, two days later, Sharon…