Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Tuesday, May 5, 2020

WHAT'S UP, DOC?

Two reasons for writing all this autobio stuff: 1) because the current situation where life just turned on a dime triggered the anxieties and uncertainties of that one, and 2) I hoped to give us all something else to think about - and to remind myself that life will go on, we will get through this... Sign in to see full entry.

THE NEIGHBORHOOD

It wasn’t all horrible. We were welcomed by our next door neighbor, seventy-five- year- old George Van Dyke. Old George kept his place neat as a pin. He had a million stories. I remember a few rainy Saturdays when some kids from around town would sit cross-legged in a circle around his rocking chair... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 4, 2020

BACK IN TIME

There was no refrigerator, although there was a plug for one next to the long window in the back wall. Indents in the linoleum showed where one had stood. There was a polished oak ice box on the porch, the lid across the top opened to a square metal box made to hold a twenty-five pound block of ice.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 3, 2020

MOVING IN

“Here we are,” she said. “Home at last.” I couldn’t believe it. This was the middle of nowhere! The edge of civilization! When I got out of the car I could see a small white house, and not thirty feet behind it was more forest - dozens of fifty-foot Douglass Fir trees towering over maples, dogwood,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 2, 2020

HOME AT LAST

The place we stopped was called the Copper Canyon Café. The table tops were about five feet in diameter, round crosscuts from trees that were hundreds of years old, based on their rings. They were varnished and shiny, with condiments in a rack at the center of the table including a paper napkin... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 1, 2020

BUGGING OUT

It was a Saturday morning, maybe the second week in April, 1947. Mama had been more volatile than usual for the past week or so. I was a 7th grader at Kennewick and my little sis Rose was in 4th, bro Jim in 1st. Our place was a 2-acre lot, flat near the road and about a hundred feet back, began an... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

HANG IN THERE -- JUST ANOTHER DAY OR TWO

If you’re finding the slogan “We’re all in this together” just a bit ironic while being alone 24-7; if you’re dragging around all day in your pajamas; if your hair has lost all semblance of style; if you’re spending too much time waiting for something interesting to pop up on Facebook or Instagram,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 23, 2020

CHANGE OF HEART

Gordon Wallis came from a long line of proud southern republicans. He even had a flag tattooed on his chest just over his deeply conservative heart. He was a proud – if secret – member in good standing of the Imperial Knights of the Ku Klux Klan. Gordon Wallis had no use for socialists, democrats,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

CLOSE TO HOME

They’re beginning to publish coronavirus deaths in our local obits. So far the deceased have been people I don’t know, vulnerable souls who had been in long-term care or were elderly (but younger than I) with health issues. The good news is that so far the Covid19 monster has not grabbed any of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 20, 2020

QUARANTINE CARD GAMES

It was an arranged marriage, and neither spouse was very happy about it. The King of Spades had his eye on the tender and joyous Queen of Hearts, but had to settle for the sharp and practical Queen of Diamonds. The Queen of Diamonds had been playing tiddlywinks in the royal garden with the Jack of... Sign in to see full entry.

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