Oh, my bog! The Sax-Zim Peat Bog, the location of my childhood, is in the New York Times. It’s a bird story. You gotta like birds.
The picture at right, which often appears on this blog, is of a former road sign once found in the Sax-Zim Peat Bog.
Every year I write a predictions column involving the Oracle of the Sax-Zim Bog.
The Sax-Zim Peat bog is quiet, except for all those damn birds and taconite trains. The Sax-Zim Peat Bog is cold and crisp-smelling, except in the summer when it’s hot and smelly. If you are a nearsighted child with no glasses the Sax-Zim Peat Bog is a mix of the colors green, yellow and black. Whatever color that is.