Thomas Thompson

The soft summer wind abruptly died and it became eerily still, almost an omen. James Fisher stood in the bow pulpit of the thirty-one-foot trimaran he had built with his own hands, and he called out mightily to the God who dominated all of his days and nights. "Dear Lord," he cried, his voice...

Duke was a wild Canada gander who once lived at Little Lakes, the author's home in Wisconsin. He had come down with a flock that settled among the trout ponds. There he found a mate, but Duchess was pinioned and could not fly. On bright, clear days when the migrant flocks lifted, Duke longed to...