Our Outdoors: To Eleven

These days I drink bad coffee. Not bad, per se, but only half caffeinated, which according to the old me is

bad, as in my younger years I spent much of the morning riding the lightning of a black oily brew so thick

I could cut with a knife. That dosage was often followed by a battery of Diet Cokes in the afternoon to

keep things rolling. As I wait for the limited amount of the stimulant to ente...