S. Worthen | Weblog

I've had a restful and happy several days. I spent the weekend at home in Des Moines with my parents and with marzapane, who flew in from D.C. for a visit, lovely girl that she is.

( Des Moines goodness, food tourism, prosciutto )

Then, on Tuesday, we drove cross-country, through the early plowing of rolling Iowa fields, across the width of the Mississippi, past Illinois ethanol plants in the middle of nowhere, through the unkempt toll road of Indiana, pinchpoint as highways skirt Lake Michigan, and on into the barer trees and stark spring blossoms of Michigan.

And so, I'm here in Kalamazoo.