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Monthly Archives: July 2004

The Second Closest Bike Shop

I give a guy directions to the second closest bike shop. He rejected the barista’s directions to the closest shop — “No. I know about that one.” I see that he’s getting lost just thinking about my directions, so I start over, filling in landmarks and leaving out street names. He [...]

August 2004 Printable Calendar

The relatively holiday free August printable calendar is here. Whether you use the letter size or the ISO A4 format pages is entirely your own business. I wash my hands of the whole affair. But if you want to arrange your schedule around the UK Bank Holidays, the A4 version will serve [...]

Stop Making Sense

…Then I get the opportunity to opt in for a couple of email newsletters and I’m asked for some demographic information…

Grandview & My High School Reunion

…There used to be a small railroad overpass behind the Dairy Queen, and Yakima Valley Highway — the main road through town — dipped beneath it. The bridge is gone and the dip filled in, making Grandview seem even flatter. There are fewer odd corners, twists, and blind spots…

Move

The left lane was coned off for construction and the right lane was blocked by construction vehicles. The digger up front finally pulled away. The utilities truck stayed put, though signaling right. I pulled around it tentatively, looked to the driver who seemed poised to pull forward at any moment. I [...]

2 Hr Parking

Grandview, Washington … more photos soon

Sunset

In summer, the setting sun hangs over the horizon for longer than in other seasons. People are gathered at the end of the pier to watch, they’re crowded two or three deep. The orange sun eventually sinks behind an Olympic.
A couple next to me are holding each other; and right at the moment [...]

A Few

A few photos from the last couple of months…

Sand

Four or five washings later, my shorts’ pockets are still dusted with fine white sand from a Florida beach.
I half-imagine that I can feel the sand and salt digging into my pores and scratching against my legs.
It feels the same as my shirt collar brushing against the day old bee sting on the back of [...]

Ribbit

My older brother Chris had two friends named Robert. One was our next door neighbor. He made a go-cart with a lawn mower engine. He let me ride on the back of his motorbike as sort of a peace offering after he and Chris teased and tricked me.
The other Robert’s family lived [...]