And So It Continues...

I seem to be thinking about Walt Whitman a lot, lately. Possibly because it’s almost time for the herring to migrate up Black Creek, just a few miles south of here. Every time I think of Black Creek, I’m reminded that naturalist John Burroughs—who lived near it—took his friend Walt Whitman on hikes along its dark and foaming waterfalls.

Or maybe it’s jus…