The Clarity Of Nature
I’m Not Sick Scenery. It’s often one of the reasons I travel. There’s beauty to be seen and I want to see it (see The Rivers Of Idaho from December 2011). But it’s not the only reason. There hav…
In My Pajamas
What Happens In Wyoming The two summers I spent on the Bighorn National Forest will forever be the most transformative seasons of my life. I caught bats in my cabin, and rescued mice from trash can…
Mousters Degree
Faux award conferred Retained for emotional, Not real value The Summer Of ‘88 My initial college experience (see What I Remember When I Try To Forget – Part 2 from July 2021) ranks as mediocre. In…
Sleigh Ride, Again
Curbside How did I get this assignment? I forget, yet there I was, curbside on a fake New York Street behind an equally phony Residential Street on the backlot of the Disney MGM Studios. I’m not fo…
My Dashing Parents
Award Night Even before the events of 9-11, the company belt-tightening began, so by the time the fall of 2011 arrived, the number of families getting away to our corner of the world completely plu…
Alone And All Glittery
A Bit Of A Tour In a meager effort to wrap ourselves in a cloak of team building, a collective noun of administrative professionals coordinated an outing away from the office to a location offering…
After The Clock Struck Twelve
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The Grass Is Rarely Greener
Exit Alone With standing room only, the audience gathers for the swan song of a creative coworker. For nearly ten years she inspired hundreds of us, but with just a week before her corporate depart…
Pam Portland
