My feet have grown furry and large… Okay, so maybe that is a dramatic overstatement (some may say outright lie), however, the sentiment is there. The rolling green hills of the Shire. A foamy draft in front of me at the table. A disdain for adventure. No…wait, not that last part. In spirit I am… Continue reading When the Winds Blow Across the Map of Middle Earth…
Greg Morton 