"There are cars and trucks parked outside the Dirty Shame when I go past - mostly trucks - and it looks warm and inviting, a glow in the night woods." -Rick Bass, Winter
Such is the initial description of the saloon Bass finds in the Yaak Valley of Northwestern Montana. It's a place where the hermits and recluses come in occasionally to re-member themselves among the larger family of humanity. I find myself somewhat of a hermit these days, doing a lot of writing and editing in my basement, alone, unkempt and content. However, I feel I need a place to stop in every once in a while from the solitary cold. Hopefully the words and thoughts here will be warm and inviting; if I'm lucky, maybe even "a glow in the night woods."