Alarums

I’m temporarily between travels and adventures, hoping for a quiet winter, precariously perched between river and desert at the sharp end of Nevada. Last year was too full of alarums and excursions for a man my age, and ’20 looks to be even more hectic. But “time enough to rest in the grave,” as the man says.

In the brief interval before greenup (and it’s already sprouting in my back 40) I hope to catch up a little on this website. Even with my clumsy and sporadic efforts at promotion, the book is selling well. I’m especially pleased to be the best-selling author in Hillsboro, NM. I’d rather that honor than to make the NYT list.