Old Hatch's Almanac

I had an interesting animal dream the other night. It started with a familiar motif: A distant, incredibly tall treetop around which sever...

I think it's time to write about something besides writing,   Not birds. Or maybe not-birds. Ed Hazell and I drove out to Forest Hil...

I like writing in graph-paper notepads. I've probably got a dozen of them in assorted piles, in various sizes and bindings, more of the...

The garbage truck gulped down a few more Christmas trees on Allen Street today. A sure sign that the patina of New is giving way to the un...

I suppose I've recollected this before, like a geezer apt to repeat himself, but it gives him such pleasure, just smile, nod, edge towa...

That's how this last week of my month (the one I was born in, that ends with my last name) started, with a coded message from a crosswor...

So jump on. No saddle, just straddle the withers and away we go like a trick rider, standing up, flipping over to one flank or the other wh...