Category: Memoir
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A Rich Love Story
Impoverished of RhymeYears ago, I found my wifeThe beginning of a whole new zestThis Midwest gal, she was the primeSurprising and fun most all the duration We married with me still in schoolI knew my plan, I’m not some dunceWhen graduated, we moved at speedTo Idaho, on potatoes to consume Most years she’s been an artisanI’ve always…
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Pestilence Pushback
I love the “Great Outdoors.” Thankfully, I live just two hours from superb mountain ranges hosting pristine alpine and sub-alpine lakes and streams, flanked by forests of Douglas Fir and Lodgepole Pine. And hosting mosquitoes, horseflies, and deerflies. On a recent backpacking trip, mosquitoes prevailed by sheer number. We all ran out of DEET early…
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My Storied Sports History
I’m in my fifties, and as far as sports go, I am a runner, and that’s primarily it. I do go kayaking with my wife and we hit the gym regularly, just to engage the battle against atrophy. And there’s occasional croquet. Very occasional. Anyway, my main thing is to lace up the shoes and…
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Ignorance is Courage
I work regularly at a lab in eastern New Mexico, flying there and consulting a week at a time. With evenings and some Saturdays free, I make sure to get outside, even though that area offers little of NM’s “Land of Enchantment” claim. (Likewise, but in an opposite way, most of Idaho isn’t “Famous Potatoes.”)…
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Unlimited Bacon
Events pair well with food, such as youth group activity night and pizza. In the 90s I was a youth pastor, and at first, I asked parents to rotate covering the Domino’s order and beverages for the teenage horde. I soon ditched the idea, because food-logistics parent (usually the mom) would figure on four kids…
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We Have No Place
“Wanna Get Away?” Inflation is making that more difficult, with fuel prices climbing and hotels marking up rooms even while scaling down amenities. Airbnb is a sound alternative, which I plug shamelessly because my wife Carrie and I run one. Before we bought and fixed up a full-time house for this, we got our feet…