My Dad loved adventure stories, so it’s no surprise that some of the earliest stories I remember him reading to me were written by Jack London (Jan. 12, 1876 – Nov. 22, 1916). London is probably one of the most diverse writers in history, but is best remembered for The Call of the Wild, a novel serialized in The Saturday Evening Post about a domesticated dog who is stolen and forced into Alaskan sled work in the Klondike (for the literary lovers: the primary theme here is the return to primitivism).

Anyway, in connection, we’ve recently had our very own Call of the Wild here. It’s not about dogs, but foxes. For me, close enough.

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