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Signs of the Season
This week I spent too much time--or maybe not enough-- it's hard to say, writing Nels "Nelbert" Niemi's obituary. It was an intense effort for only 800 words in the Chilkat Valley News. Every word counted, but I didn't want it to read like a telegram. There's a flow...
The Earth Moved Under the Bed
The earthquake was at 3:58 AM 49 miles west of Haines, just over the mountains from my house, toward Yakutat. I suppose on a clear morning I could almost see it from here. It woke me up with a jolt, and as soon as the rolling quit I checked to see if there were...
Goodbye to Glenn
It's a rainy morning, which means a day off from the cycling. I mean, why ride in the rain when you don't have to? We've had so many nice days this spring that a little rain is a relief. It's a good day to finish the obituary of my friend Glenn, he lived in Juneau,...
Sunday’s Thought
"For today, each moment is prickly with detail and can only be made sensible by love."- John Straley from the poem "The Map and Territory of Love."
Bikes and Books
Yesterday morning by 7 I had already pedaled my bike up to the White Pass summit and back down to Skagway. This morning I'm drinking coffee in bed. I only tell you about my ride to brag. I'm shameless, and perhaps a little crazy. But I have had a goal since I nearly...
A little note blog content
I am using an iPad, and the wi - fi is sketchy and I can only read about ten lines at a time in my text -- so please forgive me any errors and if you repost, maybe you will fix them for me? ... Oh I am such a Luddite.
Off to Skagway
I am off to Skagway for the North Words writing symposium today through Sunday. Which means I will miss John Hagen's opening at the museum Friday. He will be exhibiting a series of photographs of the Chilkat Beaches where John and I often meet while walking dogs. His...