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My beloved boots were too far gone to go to the cobbler.

I went into a Grants Pass shoe repair place the other day with my beloved work boots, looking to get the re-soled. A guy with a 2-day shadow and mussed up hair frowned at them, picked them up, frowned again, and threw [...]

My 1963 Rambler American was teal with aqua seats made of vinyl, hot as hell in the summer. I covered them with real sheepskin, the plastic steering wheel, too.

The old 4-banger was noisy, but oil tight, no smoke, and it chugged along like a lawnmower. It only had 80,000 miles on it. Big, cone-shaped [...]

Life is exquisite; coming in millions of itsy bytes.

As we all learn at some point, it’s the little pieces that make the biggest difference.

That’s why I love “War of the Worlds,” by H. G. Wells. What saves the world? Microbes. Bacteria. Wells was a historian, a good one, and history had taught him that the [...]

When I was about ten my Dad took us on a long car trip to Disneyland. Mom stuffed me and my three brothers in the car and Dad took the wheel and we left Portland at 4 am and his plan was to make Anaheim in one shot. Well, that didn’t happen and he got [...]

LIfe comes hard and it is filled with pain. Yet, somehow we manage to ignore it all and we keep swinging from day one to day dead.

I was just about 4 when I first got an inkling of this fact. I had hurt my thumb, just an owie, and it had a bandage. I was [...]

You are never far from death, but death usually passes you by. We never think about it. Well, almost never.