Herpatologist. In 1976 I was ten years old and about as ugly as a wet stoat, and by no little coincidence I spent a certain about of time by myself. In the summers, while the other boys were out on . . .
Jim Harrison’s name has appeared in our table of contents in almost every issue since Brick 71, Summer 2003. His regular column for us, called “Eat or Die,” was mostly about food, but there were several digressions of a political, . . .