Why I dislike July and August as much as January and February.

Though it is sacrilege to say such things in the north country.

Extremes are always extreme.

They’re out there on the edge, at the cusp of flying off into the nothingness that comes from being so far from the center of centrifugal force. There is nothing but imbalance in an extreme, be it politics or personal worldview. What starts as a curious wander to the edge picks up a slow wobble until it becomes uncontrollable…