Here through the mist we see the Edgar A. Speer taking on a cargo of taconite, which is the shit iron ore we’re left with after the good stuff has been mined.  Below in the mist, the little boat seems a visitor from another world. Taconite, by the way, can be turned into steel, but only through […]

  As the photo will attest, my wanderings have taken me to the city of my birth and the original source of my literary inspiration, Duluth, Minn.  Alas, the sign on the city limits, “Birthplace of Walter Jon Williams,” seems to have been taken down for repair. (And honestly, who else do they have?  They […]

I’m on the road, looking for America or the world’s best BBQ or maybe just lightin’ out for the territory. Kathy’s decided to remodel the kitchen, which will involve about a month’s worth of destruction, construction, inconvenience, and noise.  I found myself unable to work, eat, or sleep, and so I’m going on a road […]

So Walter, I hear you asking, how did you spend your lovely Monday afternoon? Why, I was dealing with Comcast Customer Service, and it was the most pleasant thing in all the world. To give you an idea of the utter pleasantness of the whole thing, I refer you to the letter below, which I wrote to […]