Category: Jeremiah Johnson

  • If My Rack Doesn’t Give Me a Black Eye, the Catholics Will

      The other day, Duluth was coated with six inches of new snow (I hate it when old snow falls–it’s all crochety and hunchy, hollers at me me to get off its lawn, and wears black socks with sandals when it mows), which means my winter attitude has been reinvigorated. See, I only hate winter […]