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I always quote (the eminently quotable) G.K. Chesterton as saying something like, “When a gentleman is abroad, he dreams of home; when at home, he dreams of going abroad.” It […]
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Rain
Well, it’s raining again. And again. This has been one of the wettest and coldest springs in Port Townsend history, and apparently we’ve got another atmospheric river riding its way […]
Homecoming
It took me a little longer than I expected to make it back to the farm. And, as you can imagine, there was a little part of me saying, You […]
“I hear there will be goats…”
We wanted to get there a few minutes early, because we suspected there’d be a crowd. Crowds are still a bit unnerving in this peri-pandemic time, but we weren’t going […]
Snow Day
I’ve written before that the cruel lie of being self-employed is that you can take a day off whenever you want; the brutal truth is that you never do. Well, […]
Impulse Control
I’m looking out the window of Alaska Flight 1350, southbound to San Francisco, wishing I weren’t wishing I was sitting up front of a different plane. I could have been. […]
Among the Wildflowers
Maybe wildflowers are a kind of drug. You see bright colors in flowing patterns, and they make you feel all groovy and relaxed. And when you come back down, you […]
Fish Pond Fish
What’s in a name? Back when Devon and I were courting and found ourselves (long story) in the Kenya’s Samburu Valley, she described a minor revelation that the place had […]
Snowpocalypse, Part II
“It turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.” -Riley, Buffy the Vampire Slayer I’ve never been in Fairbanks in the spring. Spring is the […]
An Anniversary Of Sorts
I’m not going to write about yesterday. Not going to write about how surprised I was to find myself shedding tears watching Jennifer Lopez sing Woody Guthrie on the Capitol […]
David Pablo Cohn 