Billy was a friendly and outgoing kid, a visitor to one of our yard sales in Olympia. Then we had a look at the skin on his arms and legs.
A brief return to Olympia (our personal Slough of Despond) and some Debbie Downer moments, with an uplifting and tasty solution to the annual rampant infestation of too much summer squash.
A sampling of offbeat and funny moments on the road, a spooky sky over the Midcoast with contrails going every whichaway, and a perfectly healthy and delicious Bloody Mary recipe.
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.