As another year begins, and another crop of seed catalogs arrives in the mail, my thoughts turn to summer’s garden. And usually, at about that time, I remember the words of the outdoorsy writer Tim Cahill: “I am a man who sits around at home reading wilderness survival books the way some people peruse seed catalogs or accounts of classic chess games,” Cahill wrote, in the introduction to a book of adventure stories called “Jaguars Ripped my Flesh.” [...]
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