I’m a little sheepish about these (perhaps rightfully so?) and slipped this one into print on a holiday weekend when news is scarce and many readers are probably otherwise occupied. I figure most of you dedicated enough to read my blog will think it’s perfectly fine that I throw away a column now and then on a personal interest, but feel free to condemn me or buck me up.
I’ve written two or three Twain-related columns before (after “Roughing It” and “Connecticut Yankee”) and will likely produce a handful more in the next few years, assuming I keep reading him as I intend to. Sheepish or not, in retrospect I wish I’d written one after reading “Life on the Mississippi,” which may be my favorite so far.