My guitar mentor Ford Giesbrecht has created an adaptation of another work of Edgar Allen Poe, composed the music, the video, and encouraged me to record this chilling yarn. All editing is of course his. To reacquaint the listener to the horror of this tale, recall that revenge is a dish best served cold. Hence … More The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe
From ancient times, a place of refuge where you were secure from your enemies has been called “a sanctuary”. It is a place set apart from the profane and vulgar world. In Seattle that place has been known as “The Safe” and has served as a venue to forget your cares for an afternoon or … More Safeco Field – Our Sanctuary at 20 Years
Suddenly the skies opened up this week and we had a taste of high summer. No better time to get out on the bike and find out how rusty the muscles became over winter. It is pretty bad but not irreparable. On the waterfront I encountered the art work that represented my body, the rusty … More The Rusting Seagull
Well here we go again, another effort at getting people out of their cars and on to bicycles. The idea of a bike share enterprise, private or publicly funded, refuses to die in Seattle. Why is it called “Bike Share” when in reality it is “Bike Rental”? Because in collectivized Seattle it is considered poor … More Seattle Bike Share; Death Be Not Proud
It is 50 years ago. My sister and I sit on the Coca-Cola ice water chest in front of the Atlantic Richfield service station watching the cars emerge from the heat shimmers off the highway, then disappear into them again. It is about 100 degrees and really dry. Occasionally we have to get off … More Summers in Idaho
Shall I compare thee to a Summers day? Thou art more louely and more temperate: Rough windes do ſhake the darling buds of Maie, And Sommers leaſe hath all too ſhorte a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heauen ſhines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d, And euery faire from faire ſome-time declines, … More Nor Shall Death Brag; Sonnet 18
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My sister and I sit on the Coca-Cola ice water chest in front of the Atlantic Richfield service station watching the cars emerge from the heat shimmers off the highway, then disappear into them again. It is about 100 degrees and really dry. Occasionally we have to get off…
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