My family spent an Indian summer weekend “Way Down Upon the Suwannee River” near Branford in 2008. The elegant river is a dear old friend of mine and I’m always game to swim off its sandy white beaches and paddle its meandering curves. It was the week Tarheel poet Hayden Carruth died and we were remembering his poems a lot that weekend. One of my favorite lines of his celebrates, “What crazies we writers are. Our heads full of language like buckets of minnows. Standing in the moonlight on a dock.” And so…I won’t offer anything more than that.
