IF YOU’RE GONNA BE DUMB, YOU GOTTA BE TOUGH. In my new book ‘A Wild Path,’ I tell the story of golfing with my buddy Carroll. On the occasion of a foolish and somewhat painful mistake–a ball ricocheting off a pine tree, perhaps, or a shank off a shin–Carroll spoke the memorable words quoted above. I broke up laughing and
A YEAR AGO, I lost a dear friend. David was a good and kind soul with a wise heart, and I enjoyed every moment I ever spent with him. Yesterday I lost my beloved cousin, my brother, Terry, with whom I grew up–a good and kind soul with a wise heart. I enjoyed every moment I ever spent with him.
HERE IS a wonderful article about my old friend and mentor, Sigurd F. Olson, who through his books and warm personal communications changed my life. In 1987, with a group of seven fine friends, I retraced the Lonely Land route that the author, David Born, writes about here. There is much about that trip in my next book, A Wild
IT IS WONDERFUL to gaze at a sunset, at the palette of colors in the sky. But when we cast our eye away from the setting sun, we sometimes find the world bathed in a glorious golden light. My old friend Sigurd Olson used to call this the Ross Light, named for a Life magazine photographer who first pointed it