Not just for the birds
NOTE: I began this post in April, part way through my last quarter as a teacher at Neah Bay High School. I didn't finish it for some reason. Now I want to get it out. In the grass that has overgrown causes and effects,someone must be stretched out blade of grass in his mouthgazing at …
"I took it for granted." For granted. It's one of those things we don't want to admit to doing. It's come to my mind a lot in the past year, mainly in thinking about where we used to live. I tried hard not ever to take for granted living in chukar country. This blog is …
One summer while home from college I waited tables at an Italian restaurant in Laguna Beach run by some racist Milanese who'd recently emigrated from apartheid South Africa. How they ended up in Laguna I'm not sure, but their attitudes about people struck me as not only offensive but ironic considering that the kitchen and …
The moodTraced in the shadowAn indecipherable cause Heavy rain closed school today. Flooded roads. I got to work in the brewery; close. Yesterday we drove back from our quick trip east of the mountains. We looked but didn't find. We're out of shape and gravity keeps showing up for work. The Strait is mostly mud. …
"The road to Neah Bay is serpentine, a thin twist of wet double-yellow-lined gray. It flirts for twenty miles with the edge of cliffs that seem to stand at the mercy of the Strait of Juan de Fuca and its wide swath of soon-to-be Pacific Ocean. Mapmakers mark it as scenic when it would be …