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“Joseph, how’ve you been?†“Good.†“Where are you?†“In my roomâ€? “Seems like everyone’s always in their room. Goose is always in his. Been in any fights lately?†“No fights, but one wrestling match.†“In your dorm?†“Yeah, some punk kid who wrestled in high school found out I was a wrestler and challenged me […]
BirdBrain Perhaps for the blog — or just you guys… We had a great Parents Day visit with Chris. Because of all the rain, our focus was on talking and eating. But of all the many things one expects to hear from our son, this was one was a surprise… in the midst of talking […]
Diane and Matt heading back to our hotel. Through the window of the Draught Horse.
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From my ringside seat, I planned to snap close-up photos as the guys from Olympic Tree carefully delimbed, and finally dropped this thirty-five foot tall pine tree. I turned my back for a moment, sensed movement behind me, and then realized how old school my logging paradigm is. Photo Sequence Once they’d wrestled the tree […]
John McSweeny and Goose.
John McSweeny and Goose.
On one of our earliest canoeing trips together, Adam and I beached ourselves on a rocky ledge in the middle of the Moose River. What to do? Adam narrates his generous version of the story.
As most everyone who reads this blog knows, I tell two types of stories which might be broadly classified as 1. Death, and 2. Why I don’t deserve opposable thumbs. I’m leading off with another how-can-I-still-be-alive tale because I did the death thing last week with that dog story. Every Sunday I make a week’s […]