Swaddling Clothes

So what is this all about anyway? Is it that we are tasked with scurrying about on this planet to collect and amass the greatest collection of marvelous objects, or cash, or both? And then what? Is there some zenith of acquisition where one finds peace? Is it that the one who dies with the … More Swaddling Clothes

The Stalingrad Garage

My wife and I made our way into the downtown core of Seattle for a little holiday cheer Saturday night. We arrived behind the rest of Seattle, apparently. We approached our normal, comfortable, clean and heated garage to find it full, leaving us only one option: The Stalingrad Garage. The difference between the garages couldn’t … More The Stalingrad Garage

My Dad’s Buick

It being the holidays and my daughter having flown home I loaned her my Subaru and borrowed the older of two buicks my parents drive. Driving the 2000 Park Avenue is a little like piloting the aircraft carrier in Everett’s harbor, and as such we began calling it the USS Nimitz. There comes a time … More My Dad’s Buick