Some of you might like my paean to the glories of outdoor peeing over at Front Porch Republic. I sideswipe Freud and Dear Abby, take a quick tour of how our European cousins memorialize or discourage outdoor urination, and end where every man should: in his own back yard. There’s also allusions to the Bible, William Blake, and Chariots of Fire, if you’re into that sort of thing.
This is How You Will Heal the Wound
This little essay came to me more as a dream or a prayer, and people seem to like it, so I thought I’d share it