This infantile sense of order tended to infect my life at large. Up at 5:30 a.m., coffee, oatmeal, perhaps sausage (homemade), and fresh eggs giving one of the yolks to Lola. Listening to NPR and grieving more recently over the… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
Fate has never ladled out hardship very evenly, and this frequently trips our often infantile sense of justice. — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
