Category: The Grab Bag

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The Summer of Women

Here on the Figure 8 it is the summer of women. I admit to difficulties in the transition. For lengthy seasons in this life I have operated outside the influence of women altogether, marooned entirely alone on the desert, for instance, or crammed into a warship with a battalion of humorless leathernecks. And if anywhere ...

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Cascades Compression

I was among those who thought building a roundabout in Sisters was a good idea. I still do—they work–though some of the motoring theatrics I observed this weekend might cause one to have legitimate second thoughts. For a moment, tourist-watching from my favorite surveillance hidey-hole in the Rays parking lot, the roundabout sounded like lower ...

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Dying in Committee

“No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave.”  Calvin Coolidge No sitting governor of Oregon has ever refused to meet with a Medal of Honor recipient. Until now. On June 8, Governor Kate Brown snubbed Master Sergeant Leroy Petry as he stood waiting — at ...

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Speed Wobbles

Once, while attending a summer program for young students at UC Santa Barbara, I attempted to skateboard down a long, sloping hill.  I had no business doing that.  I was not a skateboarder.  Where I lived in northern California skateboarding was not a thing because it is very difficult to skateboard on dirt roads.  But ...

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Getting Started

The world has known some famous horses. Alexander’s horse Bucephalus, for instance, who had one blue eye, a star on his forehead, and died after the battle of Hyaspes in 326 BC. He was celebrity enough to be buried with honors, to have his tale told down through history, and to this day has a ...

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A Man You Never Knew

Word has reached me, carried on the wind, that Bruno Selmi, legendary owner of Bruno’s Country Club, in Gerlach, Nevada, has passed on. I had known that Bruno wasn’t feeling well, after stopping in for a visit last year, but am forced to admit that I was nursing a strong, and stupid, hope that he ...

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The Great Wall of Trump

Many of us remember Robert Frost. Typically, we even have enough of his inestimable work committed to memory to recite a few lines: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,” for instance, or the notable bit from “Mending Wall” where a laconic neighbor says: “Good fences make good neighbors.” That line may even be true—I ...