I’ve long held a sort of private dream to return from covering the world to Oklahoma, and help my old home state get on a bigger map. In fact, during the past quarter century, many of my favorite projects were already about Oklahoma. … Read on
I recently learned that my story on Oklahoma’s Little River – actually the southernmost of the two Little Rivers in the state – won “Bronze” from IRMA (International Regional Magazine Association). Yay. The story for Oklahoma Today is one of my all-time favorites, … Read on
I talked about Russia, again. It’s sort of a pet project these days – defending Russia as a travel destination. But this time I did so on Rick Steves’ radio show. Listen: This just in: Russia doesn’t always have the best reputation outside Russia. … Read on
You never know what might happen. In October I was locked into Portland life. I bought a membership to the art museum, and was looking for a new place to live – as our little 1895 bungalow is slated for destruction in early … Read on
Jimi Hendrix was not very happy on the day I was born (March 22, 1968). Because I’m in Seattle, I went to MoPOP (the Museum of Pop Culture). And lingered longest at the small exhibits on Nirvana and Jimi Hendrix’s travels. The latter … Read on
Fred Meyer in Portland is near the house. So I go. And when I go, I wait. No grocery/department store has ever had more inefficient cashier service. While I wait, I look around. And the other day, I saw this. The best sales table I’ve ever seen. A perfect little party. Hershey’s, lemon cake and “matzah” for snacks. Coffee to drink. Downy to clean up. And Raid to kill all the god damned bugs.
I’d share this on Facebook if I weren’t unFacebooking this month. So here it is.