Category: Archives
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Rogue River
The night of bourbon made for tough sledding behind the wheel. Two energy drinks and three hard face slaps got me through Portland, Salem, and almost to Eugene, my eyes drooping and closing and opening in panic after I snorted the snort of a man falling into deep sleep.
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Johnny’s Used Goods
The next stop on Fender’s Magical Mystery Tour was three blocks from Pike’s Fish Market. I did not catch a fish, but I did watch a guy catch one. The slime on the scales shimmered in the morning light. Raw sea stench. The smiling faces of people happy to be alive.
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Paul’s Story
The only Seattle things I knew to do were catch a fish, visit the Space Needle, and watch the Mariners play. The fish market was closed, the Space Needle wasn’t striking my fancy, and the Mariners were off, starting a three-game set against Texas tomorrow.
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Checking In
It started with darkness. Eyes closed. Air like lifeblood sucked in at slow, even intervals. Any thoughts occupying the front and back of my mind were cleared, not pushed down. There’s a difference.
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Big Sky
I left Three Forks on June 27th, tempted by signs for Big Sky an hour south. It made sense and checked all the right narrative boxes.
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Pit Stop
I was having a hard time breathing in the thin mountain air. It started in Denver and I forgot to mention it because my brain was leaking. People and thoughts swirled around, popping in and out, memories lost in the clutter, like the time I threw a party with Laramie and a guy who was…
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I-25 N
“You get on I-25 North until Wyoming, then keep going until you cross into Montana, where you’ll pick up I-90 West. Run through Bozeman, keep on through Idaho, which is really that narrow northern portion, the handle of the meat cleaver, if you turn your map clockwise, and then into Washington.
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Paul’s Podcast, Partial Transcript of Episode 15
Dave Grohl: There’s that tragic story about Temple of the Dog, right? That’s rock and roll. Andrew Wood, lead singer from Mother Love Bone overdoses on heroin. There was so much heroin back then. Too much. And so this super group forms. And you get Chris Cornell saying, ‘Hey, I know this guy. He’s a…
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Eat The Toad
When I started at my accounting firm fifteen years ago, my colleague Nina witnessed me griping over frustrating tasks, the ones that I dreaded so much I waited until the end of the day to complete them, oftentimes pushing them into the next day, and the next day, and finally completing them in a panic…
Mike Writes 