A journalist observes life in the far north.
A tiny baby lives with her mom and dad in my old house and I held her today. She was like a little doll, everything tiny and perfect. Tiffany, as she is called, is the six-day-old girl of my tenants. I saw them while paying Cody, the son of Alec’s business partner, to cut the lawn. I didn’t dare ask to take a picture of the girl. She seemed too tiny and fragile. Her mama said she only cries when she is hungry. She sleeps during the day, and she is alert at night. I said a quick prayer asking for her good health.
I offer the pictures below from the Wilco concert last night. Going out on a Friday night was a special treat. I haven’t been out much on the weekends since becoming a mother. The mix of people at the concert was priceless. Drug dealers, writers, college students, lawyers, a state judge, an art dealer, barristas, and an architect were among the concert goers. Seen with me here is my long-time friend, Gimbel, a mathematician.