He was about 6’3', with a long mane of dirty blond hair. I guessed him to be the man who would bring the wood, and about his appearance Amy seemed to be correct. I looked out my clouded window and saw a man. Just then I heard the rhythmic ripping sound of someone walking through the snow. It was a very interesting article, and I looked forward to reading it all. What did they know that we didn’t, I wondered. Japan was clearly concerned about the whales. They want to take 150 Bryde’s whales a year between 20, and 150 minke whales this year. It seems that Japan has wanted for some time to resume its practice of hunting whales. That first Sunday, I retrieved the newspaper and began reading an article about whaling. She told me that he was a very striking looking man. I could sit on my deck in the mornings and see the lake through the trees’ straight trunks.Īmy had told me that once a week, there would be a man who would come to deliver wood. There were pines everywhere around the cabin, and beyond the pines, there was a lake to the east. In the mornings I would get up with the sound of woodpeckers at work. The cabin was owned by former first daughter Amy Carter, who had grown up awkwardly before our nation’s eyes. A few years ago I spent a month in a cabin in Montana, my dog Curly as my only companion.