My wife and I lived in Olympia, Washington for two years when she was assigned to work with the state’s public health department. There were other cities available to her – in California, New Mexico, and somewhere in the Midwest – but we chose Olympia, knowing in advance that it had the sort of rainy, dreary, soul-crushing climate that might wring the very last milligram of joy from your being.
We’re all familiar with certain conversations that become confused, entangled, sidetracked, or completely derailed – for good or ill – due to one reason or another: a sudden burst of wit, a defensive attitude, a reliance on irony as a way to put a spin on an idea, or just plain mean old ugliness […]
Most of my adult life I’ve had itchy feet. Hydrocortisone cream helps a little, but the only real salve was to hit the road to see what’s out there. Having been raised in the east, this meant going west and avoiding interstates whenever possible, taking smaller roads to see what the next town looked […]