It seems like half of land ownership is making do with the tools on hand. The the small lawnmower broke down the week I finally got a “Bush Hog” for the tractor so I can quit using the lawnmower for work beyond its intended purpose in the. Good used tractors are in short supply this… Continue reading Still Life. With Tractor.
At five in the morning the view through the window is dark and only trucks run up I-5 in the valley. The rest area looks like a marina in with lights coming and going in procession. In the 1990s this house was remodeled for good in the vaulted ceilings and a giant window in the… Continue reading Out of darkness
Or Christmas… We will be greeted as liberators, This won’t hurt bit, the check is in the mail. We all know these are lies. Yet we still believe them. They comfort us and distract. But there is no solution in deception. The streets of Eugene are empty with the only people outside live outside with… Continue reading “The war will be over by Easter”
Three days before arriving I stood on a rise in the desert; below were hundreds of steel buildings housing thousands. People heading home, people heading to war. The haze and dust of hangs with the smell of oil in this small country, and even in February the heat in the late afternoon makes the horizon… Continue reading A strange homecoming.
And good riddance I might ad; a thorn in my side has past. Daylight savings is the enemy of the unwilling early riser, stealing away the dawn in those desperate early days of spring and bringing hours of morning darkness in the fall. Usually today is a happy one for me, but today started with dog… Continue reading Farewell to Daylight Savings.
To get a nut on a bolt is a pedestrian task, the sort of thing that happens all the time. But when the bolt can not be seen, sticks out at a weird angle and requires a stack of washers, say a grounding brass, wide steel and a lock washer held in place while the nut… Continue reading The Other Mind
I have worn glasses since age seven; my first Optician, a kind and gentle man who made his own lenses by hand in a narrow windowless shop on Jay Street in Schenectady told me that the advantage of being so near-sighted was that I would never need reading glasses. Of the old school Dr. Lapidus always… Continue reading The Scattered Mind
In the summer of 1992, after college, as I considered what course to take in the world, my mother suggested the law. I might have considered it more thoroughly at the time had she not followed it with; “You could be a judge, maybe even sit on the Supreme Court!”. She always had delusions… Continue reading Know Thyself
Summer brings a plethora of fruit; the plum tree drops it’s bounty in a ten day span and I was lucky enough to be between jobs to catch it. A weekend spent in the kitchen making jam and chutney. The jam was slow to set and soft when it did, but the chutney tasted… Continue reading Plum Chutney and Manhood
I was gifted tickets to the Eugene Rodeo by a friend’s daughter. Now a rodeo in the “Peoples Republic of Eugene” is not the same as one might be further east in the state; couples of all types walk hand in hand, pink mohawks mix with mullets. For one day at least the hard-line that… Continue reading A Day at the Rodeo