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Rarified air. Pristine water. The Jacks Fork welcomes Spring.

Strange occurrence. I picked all 16 first round matchups correctly yesterday. Yep, Yale and Little Rock, too. It won’t last, and it doesn’t matter, since I entered no contests. But it’s my biggest brush with success since a guy named John Robinson won the billion-dollar Powerball a few weeeks ago. As our sloop muttered when we turned away from Havana …

Researching for a novel about my Irish priest great grandfather, I’ve come face-to-face with the real St. Patrick. Two tales make him less caricature, more saintly. Every Irish child knows the first story: Patrick ascended Clough Patrick (the Irish Mount Sinai) and fasted for forty days, during which he encountered a scourge of demons–hideous birds. He rang a bell to …

The calendar still hung to winter. But as they sat on the front porch, nature was bidding spring.