Four months later, a man and dog walked along the road not far from my domicile. The man walked with a pronounced limp. The dog bounded along without a hitch. I was driving home after a day on a construction job and dead tired, but I'll always look at someone walking with a dog.
A story from the Southern Oregon Coast that unfolded not too long ago: Over the course of driving along lonely rural roads in relentless rain or hail, I…
It is now late in the third quarter and the Elks lead 72-37. They have not attempted a single three-point shot. They are still running and running. A…
The score is 27-7 and there is less than a minute left in the first period. The Elks are killing their arch rival, the Loggers, and exactly one person…
Somewhere in rural western Oregon, at the foot of the Cascade Range, depleted timber and ranch country, a high school boys basketball team with the…
My good buddy Holt had to give up his second greatest pleasure in life or he might kick the bucket. Luckily, it wasn't his first: whiling away long…
The order came down: the hazelnut creamer was expiring soon so push it hard. I was all over it. The coffee cart was my gig. The door to the street…
In the course of writing about the New American Diaspora and living for three years in a 1978 Minnie Winnie Winnebago RV (with an 8-track player!), I…
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The New American Diaspora