Stink Bombs and Staples As the school year passed slowly my ongoing battle with Mrs. J also gradually progressed.  The myriad small daily attacks culminated into one major, and from my perspective, quite successful victory. I spent months planning and preparing.  After several visits to Spencer’s gift shop in Billings the details of a quite READ MORE

Driving.  In my youth I viewed it as an almost sacred rite of passage.  A distinguishing life event separating youth from maturity, boy from man.  Typically, one from our neck of the woods would first test a “learner permit” at the age of 15.  This allows one to drive a motor vehicle while accompanied by READ MORE

It’s an oft regurgitated theme among adults the world over.  The “real world”. The idea that life for adults is nothing like the carefree, enjoyable time of youth. That upon reaching adulthood you have obligations and responsibilities. I still occasionally think about this from time to time, and sure there is some credence to this READ MORE

laozi and My Path The Old Master, Laozi, philosopher and creator of the Dao De Jing 《道德經》instructed pupils regarding “The Path”.   Like the Old Master himself, the concept of the path is vague but has been a part of Asian traditions and customs for millennia. How this relates to us, without overthinking things, is to READ MORE

The rarest genetic combination in the world is red hair and blue eyes.  Don’t believe me, you can look it up.  I didn’t always fully appreciate the fact that I am a glowing specimen of that tiny genetic group. There is an annual festival known as the “Redhead Days” in Tilburg the Netherlands (which I READ MORE

A story not of what was to be, but what wasn’t.  The actual year this event took place has long been lost to the flowing sands of time, but the memory remains quite vivid. This took place when our family was still living on Road 12 ½ near Lovell Lake. The day was a perfect READ MORE

I’ve always viewed my life as a collection of stories.  All who have known me over the years have heard me tell and retell events in my life as a story.  People often comment that I should write a book about the stories in my life.  Never knowing how to start such a project, the READ MORE