Nightly reflections on life in seclusion
Drama on the Night Watch: The Dreadful Winter of 1974-75 on Skid Row, Seattle
In the Time of COVID. Day 163 August 19, 2020. Drama On the Night Patrol The Dreadful Winter of 1974-75 Skid Row, Seattle An alcohol culture pickled The Skid’s for a little over a mile from Belltown to Pioneer Square. Along First Avenue, it snaked through the warrens of the Pike Market, down Post Alley,…
Village Life
In the Time of COVID. Day 123 July 19, 2020. Village Life I live in a small village, have for 35 years. We are so small … (How small are you?) We’re so small we don’t have sidewalks. We’re so small we don’t have a mayor or a town cop. We’re so small we don’t…
Pension Natividad, Manila 1999
In the Time of COVID. Day 114 July 10, 2020. Pension Natividad, Manila 1999 Every world capital has the equivalent of Pension Natividad. It is just under a mile south of the US Embassy and three miles north of The Embassy Compound. We, along with our 16 year old son, traveled to the Philippines in…
The First ‘Expat’ I Ever Met
In the Time of COVID. Day 103 June 29, 2020. The First ‘Expat’ I Ever Met In our fourth month of COVID stay-at-homeism we dream of getting out of here. but, the crowded airplanes frighten us and the out-landers who surge into our village Friday through Monday isolate us 4 days a week. Even with…
Victory Gardens and Internment Camps
March 23, 2020 In The Time of COVID Day 5 Victory Gardens and Internment Camps I don’t know if there is any place in the United States better suited for social distancing , shelter in place and home isolation than Cambria. We are a village of less than 7 thousand people in a rural coastal…
Night Train to Sapa
In the Time of COVID. Day 94 June 20, 2020. Night Train to Sapa 14 times zones west of California, we found ourselves bundled into a taxi. Evening was approaching Hanoi and the streets were frenetic with traffic. A mass of scooters with 2, 3, 4, and even 5 riders on each, a flowing logjam…
Mustache
In the Time of COVID. Day 88 June 14, 2020. Mustache As a teen I loved Art-House films. Once, I was in the third row, slunk down in my seat. My eyes were fixed on the movie screen. A gentleman fortune-seeker arrived at a remote, storm pounded, ferry terminal. Confused, he entered the waiting room…
The Wayward Brother
In the Time of COVID. Day 80 June 6, 2020. The Wayward Brother He called himself the ‘Cherokee Shoe Doc’. He wasn’t Cherokee, he just wanted to be. If it wasn’t for him being “Born Again” he would have sworn on Burning Sage he was a big chief in a past life. I never asked…
Brownsville, Texas
In the Time of COVID. Day 75 June 1, 2020. Brownsville, Texas Covid quarantine is an order that most reluctantly accept, while others quiver and refuse to tolerate limitations on their freedom. How did we get this way? Quarantine and it’s sibling, house-arrest, hung out in Brownsville when I rolled into that dust strewn, Texas…
Aboard the Cuatro Hermanos: Part 2
In the Time of COVID. Day 68 May 25, 2020. Aboard the Cuatro Hermanos: Part 2 Like many of you, it is hard for me to stay focused day after day with this COVID quarantine. I’ve been adrift, not writing for three days, wondering how to proceed with the story of crossing the Gulf of…
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