I came out of the grocery store in Ballard to find tucked into the door handle of my car an advert from a local Psychic. She promises if you phone her she will answer one question without charge. What shall I ask?
Love, exciting and new. Love, its waiting for you!… Love Boat soon will be making another run…. No it won’t. The MS Pacific Princess has been towed to the wreckers yard. How much does the fading of this television flower of our youth fit into the metaphor of marriage? How many romances which looked so … More When the Love Boat Sinks
The epic of the Nez Perce tribes retreat came to me as I struggled through a second season with this machine. The events of 1877 have the same ending as my purchase of this product in 2012; surrender in 2013. Rather than the U.S. Cavalry, my nemesis is the winding the spool. Clear, and direct … More My Grass Trimmer: I Shall Fight No More Forever
Like most of Europe, when not in war Cordoba is a charming town. Only when you stroll around the narrow streets and consider the various tribes and religions that have occupied the space does the Disney of it wear off and one comes to grips with how much blood must be in the ground here. … More Cordoba
Tonight I am reading about the second blown call in major league baseball in as many days. I cannot help but draw the parallel to the justice system. In the film Bull Durham the young players are told “sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains. Think about it”. This is pretty much how … More Law is like Baseball
Last night I stopped by my grandparents home. I own it now, they passed decades ago now. I lived there for a great while, then married so stay there only sometimes. The home is a monument to their values; sturdy, simple, not a wall out of plumb, and the gutters are stainless steel. Outside in the … More Geese Mate For Life
My sister is a prosecutor. When she is in trial against a criminal defense lawyer who believes so much in his clients cause that he or she cannot see the flaws in the case, she labels them a “true believer”. I was a true believer of Armstrong. We already had one genuine hero, Neil Armstrong. … More In Search Of Heros in a Post – Armstrong Era
You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack, And you may find yourself in another part of the world, And you may find yourself, behind the wheel of a large automobile And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself “Well, how did I get … More Same As It Ever Was
Fellow traveler The post season of baseball is upon us, which reminded me of events of 1999 here in Seattle, and lead me to reprint what was written about it 10 years later. Baseball, like a bright star in the heavens, return to us each spring and shine upon us until fall. A heavier Ken … More And Jose Mesa Wept
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