This house is where I take my natural rest, but my home is out there, beyond the back door. – Albert ‘Salmo’ McClain, 1965, via Harry Middleton, in The Earth is Enough.

By the time you read this, I’ll be either a) napping on the sofa, b) sitting in my chair writing The Great American Novel, c) mowing the grass or d) sinking my soul into a bit of wildness and October glory.

Ah, the last time I took a week off was after the Bayou Teche Wooden Boat Show in April. Too long. Like Harry’s uncle Albert, I believe in the simple life, and wildness. I guess I don’t know any better, either.

Albert and Harry’s grandfather, Emerson, took the boy in when he was 12 years old. Harry’s father was a military man. His family was stationed in Okinawa. One day Harry and his friend Norwell found a Japanese grenade in a clear, cool-running stream and Norwell pulled the pin. Norwell was vaporized and Harry injured and traumatized.

His parents, fearing for the boy, sent him to live with his grandfather and uncle in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. Though he only stayed a couple of years, . . . → Read More: Rest