Bob Tarte

“It might not have been Mike,' she said, 'but somebody left something somewhere.'I couldn't really argue with that. It was as succinct a summing up of the seeming randomness of events in life as I had ever heard.”

“Linda hadn't exaggerated her fear of the golden orb weaver spider. Up north at her cabin in Morley, I had once teased her by asking "Have we ever seen this kind of vireo before?" And then, instead of showing her a photo of a bird, I thrust a picture of the black-and-yellow spider at her. She shrieked. I laughed. Oh, the fun we had.”