Corydon Times

Garden Road - May 30, 2017
Some people just do not know when to allow themselves to be put out to pasture. In baseball, steroids have solved that problem, and now greatness is measured by the size of a man’s goiter. Football stadiums rise around the United States in the same way cathedrals once staggered to life in Europe.
May 30, 2017, 10:14

Garden Road - May 23, 2017
In 2002, my father transplanted what he believed were Linden saplings to serve as shade to the west of our house. As they grew, it was clear they were cottonwood trees, instead. He was disappointed. My father said cottonwoods were dirty trees and because they grew tall, they would serve as lightning rods in a bad way. We were not even sure they would live out that autumn, as a species of caterpillar hatched and cleaned their branches of leaves. One survived intact, while the other developed multi-forked suckers. They now compete to outgrow the loose-leaf hickory nut tree separated by a barbed wire fence from grazing cattle. For more than half a century, that tree has grown in what was once pasture and a place to store farm implements, and it releases its hard-shelled seeds later in the year than cottonwoods for squirrels to hoard.
May 22, 2017, 08:53

Garden Road - May 16, 2017
It turns out the layover between Des Moines and east Tennessee is Minneapolis. The good news is my mother got her wings. She made the mistake of informing the flight attendant it was her first time on a passenger jet. It reminded me of ‘It’s a Wonderful Life,’ the part about every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings, and Jimmy Stewart does not jump off that bridge.
May 15, 2017, 08:49

Garden Road - May 9, 2017
In grad school, I decided I would write a nonfiction book entitled ‘Inheritance’ about the consequences—biological from Agent Orange, and psychological from PTSD—of the Vietnam War. I began the project with Debra Marquart, an Iowa State University professor and published poet, and continued through a workshop with New York Times bestselling author Benjamin Percy. Percy still taught in Ames—he had not yet begun writing about werewolves. I left open the possibility I would discuss depleted uranium and Gulf War syndrome.
May 9, 2017, 09:36

Garden Road - March 21, 2017
The school district provided exhausted parents with an extended weekend to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day and the beginning of spring, post daylight saving time. They did not allot us an afternoon to foresee the Ides of March. My freshman year at Wayne, we read Shakespeare’s ‘Julius Caesar.’ A prophet warns the Roman ruler of his impending assassination. It seems even with foresight Caesar could not help marching to his fate. In contrast, as the plotters proceed to defend the Republic, Cassius informs his coconspirator, “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.” After the dagger, death only spread Caesar’s name, made him the god the Senators feared he would become, smeared to such places as the Russian monarchy centuries later, where Caesar transformed into the word ‘Czar.’
Mar 20, 2017, 12:41