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Wright and Ellison and what I didn't learn in Mississippi schools
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I just finished Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison and am well into Native Son by Richard Wright. Both were well-known black writers from decade...
I get a letter meant for Michael
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A letter came yesterday that was addressed to my former neighbor, Michael. It looked like an invitation of some kind. I took it and another ...
Trust?
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Peggy and I cashed $30,000 in government bonds this week. They looked good when we got them—secure, paid decent interest, added diversity to...
Paris Hilton and the monk who grabbed a bush
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As I was buying gas for the lawn mower today, I had the thought that buying gas for her mower probably isn’t something that Paris Hilton doe...
Windy Pass and the end of mountain biking
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Peggy and I gave up on trail biking after I fell into a hole that formerly housed the root ball of a Douglas Fir. I estimated the depth at t...
Angry dogs, marital challenges, and the healing power of tooth paste
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The dogs are mad because I haven’t taken them for a run. They ran ten mountainous miles yesterday, and I say that that should cover for toda...
Bitchy, dogs, France, toothpaste for herpes
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The dogs are pissy, because I haven’t taken them for a run. They ran ten mountainous miles yesterday, and I say that that should cover for t...
Grand Lodge, a downhill biking adventure
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I attended the 151st Oregon Grand Lodge of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows last week. It was held at a casino, which struck me as ironi...
Snaky day
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Yesterday was a snaky day—nine to be precise. They were all Northwestern Garter Snakes, and were all sunning nonchalantly on the gated Weyer...
The secret of uniformity
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I went to a Church of Christ with Carl last night, and heard songs that I heard regularly during my first eighteen years, but hadn’t heard a...
Phil's funeral and thoughts about worship
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Phil’s funeral was held today, eleven days after he died. It was a corpseless affair—funerals here often are—on a day that was gray througho...
Optimists versus pessimists--what's the difference?
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I just biked to my Masonic Lodge on the right night but the wrong week. Life can be confusing sometimes. I was biking yesterday when I looke...
Futility is but a value judgment that I impose over reality
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I didn’t see Phil today, and he was asleep yesterday, his breath shallow and five times the speed of my own. His coming death is unexpectedl...
Another visit with Phil, misplaced compassion
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I spent a few agreeable hours with Phil today. He was awake and talkative, but I could understand little of what he said. “I am miserable,” ...
The smell of cancer
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I visited Phil in the hospital today. He was neither awake nor asleep, and his hands kept grasping at things I couldn’t see. He gurgled like...
Biking Winberry
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Peggy got her new bike yesterday, and we biked up Winberry Mountain today. Winberry is not a prestigious peak, but after three miles of a co...
Virginia Tech
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If 32 Americans were killed in Iraq, how many hours of news coverage would they get? Or if 132 were killed in car wrecks during prom week? W...
Don't come unless you're whole-hog enthusiastic
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I just sent a letter about city priorities to the Register Guard. If it is printed, my name will be mud in the bicycle activist community ju...
Ralph and Rhonda
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We went dirt biking yesterday—really and truly sliding through diarrhea-like mud and flying down steep and curvy hills, all while dodging st...
Thoughts of hunting and war
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Carl is a Masonic brother with whom I feel a kinship. Our grandparents were from Southern Appalachia. We were raised in the Church of Christ...
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