San Francisco, Open Your What?

Most people who haven’t known me for long assume that I have only lived in two states, Washington and Florida. But there was a time when I lived in the San Francisco area. I’m not sure if I can really count it as living in another state. It was somewhat...

It’s All Downhill From Here.

My recent recollections of trying to be outdoorsy guy triggered another one of those wonderful memories of my past as a relationship chameleon. You would have thought by now that I had learned my lessons about snow-based sports. But no, along comes the psycho and I...

The Poster Child of Screw Up.

I love it when my friends think I’ve so got it together and that I am such a success. If they only knew how big of a screw up I’ve been in my life. In fact, I often tell others that I should really be the National Screw Up Poster Child, since I’ve...

Snow What?

My adventures in camping at the cabin took some other twists besides almost dying in a horrific snowmobiling accident because the damned thing was broken. Eventually, I wanted my daughter to enjoy a weekend playing in the snow. After all, what kid wouldn’t love...

It’s A Miter Box.

I was talking to my friend Cathy last night, reminiscing about the good old days when I tried to be a woodsy outdoorsman. I can hear you all laughing right now. But back then, I was dating an outdoorsy girl, and I have had a long, well established history of being a...

A Fair to Remember.

Next month, I return to the homeland from whence I came. After a five year absence, I am returning to Seattle once more, not to bless it with my presence, but to go to the Fair. Oh, sure, I have told my friends that I can’t wait to see them. That is most...

D.B. Or Not D.B. That Is The Question.

The FBI always gets its man. Wait, wasn’t that Dudley Do-Right and the Mounties? No matter, for the FBI is hot on the trail of its only unsolved skyjacking case. They have left no stone unturned in their now 40 year quest to find the culprit who embarrassed the...

The Big Mook. An Ode To Dog.

I have had two dogs in my lifetime. Both really were man’s best friend. Well, Barney was actually a boy’s best friend. I got him when I was 12. Our family dog had died recently and my aunt wanted to get me a new dog, one that I could call my own. She saw...

In Hydro Heaven.

Growing up in Seattle in the 1960s there was only one real sport in town: hydroplanes. These monsters would race deck to deck five abreast at 150 mph plus, their drivers only held in by a death grip on the steering wheel and one foot slammed into the bulkhead of the...

I Haven’t The Foggiest.

When I was a junior in high school, Hazen High mounted their production of Brigadoon. It was an all-school play, one that involved the drama, band and choral departments. I only got involved in the whole thing because Mrs. Hacker, my journalism teacher, was the...