Due to current events, a lot of people have been talking about leaving the United States. Just pulling up sticks and going somewhere else. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. It’s the classic fantasy … Continue reading
Okay. With agonizing labor you’ve winnowed out a ton of books from your vast library. What on earth are you going to do with them, these boxes and boxes of outgoing volumes? The soul revolts, at paper recycling. No, it … Continue reading
The acceptable garb of my former workplace was one step below “business casual”. No suits on either men or women; the Director and Assistant Director (both male) came closest to the suit thing by wearing shirts and slacks without ties. … Continue reading
Seven years ago, my house had 20 floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and about the same number of half-sized bookcases — about 5000 books, excluding the comics. The house was essentially full of books and comic books. Today I have ten tall bookcases, … Continue reading
Judy Garland serenades George Murphy with “Daddy, don’t leave me, Daddy”. In 1942 this scenario was innocent enough, but today comes off as a bit creepy. I am sitting in front of the TV, streaming “My Gal Sal” on Kanopy. … Continue reading
The Rental Truck, Part 2 My desk is littered with notebooks on which I scribble phone numbers, names and lists. Endless lists. Infinite lists. I live among lists, scribbles and hungry dogs. And cats. Trip number 2, back to Tukwila … Continue reading
We bought the Albany, Oregon house four years ago. People ask me, “Why Albany?” And I immediately think of the reasons that are not mine: “I love it!” “I grew up there.” “My family is there.” None of this is … Continue reading
The yard was strewn with junk. A wooden kitchen cabinet adorned the lawn, hammer and nails on top. A can of hornet-killer spray occupied the brick flower bed. A pile of plastic bags leaned in a tired manner against the … Continue reading
