Winter for many people in the northern half of the US is not their favorite season. It is associated with wet, dark days in the Pacific NW, fierce winds and freezing temperatures in the plains, smothering snows in… Read More ›
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Starbucks Near The Fireplace
At the far end of Starbucks near the corner fireplace I sit surrounded by senior citizens. The men all have snow-white hair while their female companions have colors ranging from dishwater blond to brilliant red. Some of the men have… Read More ›
Miguel Smiled
The contractor was reviewing the results of the “blower-door test” when Miguel knocked. I had barely opened the door when he asked, “May I speak to you and Sue, together?” He paced back and forth in the carport while we… Read More ›
Closing Time, Desperado and Auld Lang Syne
I lived between heaven and temptation my third year of medical school or more specifically my apartment was located above a heavenly pie shop and across the street from a popular bar. My classmates and I celebrated the start and… Read More ›
Home, Travel and Rick Steves
In the short time we have lived in Bellingham summer has exited, fall has arrived and winter seems fast approaching but despite those changes I am still delighted to be here. Of course having a home again means… Read More ›
Veterans Day Salute
It’s a cool, clear, peaceful morning on our hill overlooking the bay. From my desk I can see the neighbor’s cat slinking around our front yard ducking behind rocks and shrubs like a commando. Neighbors with dogs are heading toward the… Read More ›
Life In The Corner House
Today I didn’t expect to see anything of interest from my little house at the end of the street but when you are not expecting to see anything is often when you end up you kicking yourself for not having… Read More ›
Is This The Place?
A few hundred yards from my comfortable perch on the shore of Bellingham Bay the sailboats look to be racing for bragging rights or microbrews as the sun nears the horizon and the mountains across the way take on a blue hue …. Read More ›
BIKE TOURING LEGENDS, ADVENTURE CYCLING and WRITING INSPIRATION
It’s twilight and my bare arms are starting to get a little chilly. Outside my tent I can hear the fast moving Lochsa River a few yards beyond the trees. It has been forty years since I have… Read More ›
LAKE WOEBEGON MN, MONKS AND THE BOSTON MARATHON
Outside, in the dimmest of morning light the birds come together to produce a cacophony of sound. In the distance I recognize a familiar call, “who cooks for you”, it’s a barred owl concluding his night of hunting and carousing…. Read More ›
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