Lynnwood; Where My Children Were Raised: A Freeway Runs Through It

My children grew up in Lynnwood, Washington. I am afraid it didn’t have the same epic warm feeling to it as Robert Redford’s A River Runs Through It. Lynnwood is not Montana and there is no fly fishing there. By the time I heard lawyer Jeff Tolman of Poulsbo Washington tell us he had driven … More Lynnwood; Where My Children Were Raised: A Freeway Runs Through It

Comes a Podcast

It’s is now official, I sail on the stormy seas of digital media: I am a Podcaster. I set out from the safe port of anonymity to have my say in the tempest of public discourse. In about 10 minutes this introduction tells the listener why I dove into this water and what I hope … More Comes a Podcast

Up to the Maple Leaf Country ( Banana Rebublics )

Up to the Maple Leaf country… Up to the land of the puck… Goes the expatriated American… Running from Donald Trump… Some go to Vancouver… Called by the lure of the sea… Some of them are dress up like cowboys.. And end up in Calgary… Late night you will find them.. Hiding out in Saskatchewan.. … More Up to the Maple Leaf Country ( Banana Rebublics )

But it is 1978!

I grew up in a village called Immaculate Conception Parish in the 1960’s. We had a fundamental narrative about how life was supposed to be, where your place in the universe was, and a sense of right and wrong. Ultimately this was shattered by a remarkably critical world that tossed that narrative aside without much thought and … More But it is 1978!