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Today’s posting is brought to you by SiSi and Harry, our two rescue dogs. SiSi’s continuing existence is somewhat miraculous, in light of ho...

We finally got lots of rain last night. The telltale puddle in the driveway was close to full this morning. Yesterday brought several severe...

Today is National Recycling Day . Although we sometimes think we’re wasting time, we cycled through similar seasons time and again, until we...

Harry the beagle, the Better Half’s new rescue dog, is settling in nicely. There’s still a few adjustments that are needed but the situation...

Back around the turn of the millennium, I read a book by John Elkington titled Cannibals With Forks . The title derives from a question the ...

It is a pensive, cloudy morning. Summer's leaves leap from the only home they've ever known onto the backs of passing winds. Their r...

The Timberjay has a very worthwhile read on competing visions for the future of northern Minnesota . It prompted me to do a little checkin...

I didn't know it at the time, but I first encountered the idea of recycling when I was much younger and learning to fly fish. That...

The midday temperature is about 40F. The road is about half mud. Wild River State Park is demonstrating how to tap a maple tree. The snow...

© harrington Hi. Let's get straight to today's question, shall we? That is: "9.    Where does your garbage go?" The ...