So many things take form in a round about way. This one began at a stop light. I was living on a military base at the edge of the mountains in Montana where I got a string of traffic citations, having not been cited before. It was odd. There was concern about community relations for...
When I was a kid I noticed that when we took out animals to the vet to get patched up, they didn’t last long afterward. It wasn’t the fault of the care they received, but fate. There’s maybe a natural law that after you’ve invested a lot of money in an animal, then it must...
My first one was sourced from the forest with wood still green on first use. I constructed it entirely of fresh hewn logs, barked with a machete. With a top and a bottom platform it was perfect for the setting and it didn’t fall apart. I built it in my fathers little cabin in the...
Gretchen uses language that I’d expect from an ironworker, though judiciously. Her hair is shaved from one of her temples. She has tatoos up her arm. It’s a style outside what I’m used to that somehow works well with her personality. I like her. Admittedly, I don’t know much about her, just the impression she...
“Bad penmenship”. That’s the answer I give when curious people raise the question. Their inquiries fall into the same few categories. “Shorthand?” no. “What language is that?” It’s bad penmenship. Here’s the official story, all true. I was ten or so and home from school. I don’t remember if it was after class or I...
