the rohn report

There’s no air. There’s no soil. There’s no people. There’s no trees. There are no golf courses, although you could hit the ball a long ways. The internet connection is slow, about 10 minutes to get a signal to Earth (depending on the planetary alignment). There are no cafes and no friends anywhere except for your acquaintances in that little space ship sitting in the dirt. The temperature outside...

Today a ruby red dragonfly appeared. It was the first sighting of the summer - flying over the surface of the pond and around the edge in lazy loops; occasionally zooming off into the neighbor’s yard and returning again, darting here and there the way dragonflies do, flying straight up in the air. The pickerel weed, moored at the shallow end of the pool, seemed to hold a special interest for him,...