All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their...

1. Riding a Rogue Wave This summer, in Philly, I fell in with the wrong sort. Criminals, nearly a dozen of them, rogues and scoundrels...

Part One: Summer Postcard Up in Vermont this summer, at the foot of Ascutney, in the forest where I always go, I arrived to the cabin...