Breakfast in Ohio.

If I were never to see Ohio again, the house I live in, my garden, the small college where I teach, it's these mornings I would miss the most, these Saturdays and Sundays when my wife and I roll out of bed before eight, climb into my truck, and head out into the country for breakfast.

I can defend where I live--Gambier, Ohio, a small college town, an hour north of Columbus--in all sorts of ways, for its closeness to some things, its remoteness from others, as well as for some intrinsic virtues like the play of seasons over ...