Sanctuary 2.0: Ghost Stories

Unlike the cowardly lion, I don’t believe in spooks. I have no evidence that they exist; therefore, I do not believe. However, the logic works the other way too. I have no evidence they don’t exist; therefore, I’m open to the possibility that they do. The house I live in has plenty of ghost stories … Continue reading Sanctuary 2.0: Ghost Stories →

The Portland of My 49th State

When I was young, my family took a lot of road trips up, down, and around everywhere east of the Mississippi, and even once all the way out to Montana. When I moved to Colorado, I took a lot of road trips around the western states to see everything I could before getting my master’s … Continue reading The Portland of My 49th State →

Sanctuary 2.0: Not Drinking the Kool-Aid, But…

Today marks three months that I've been living in Boulder proper, in my Little House, and so far, life in The Bubble has been pretty damn great. Yes, friends, that's right. I said I like living in Boulder. My Colorado friends will not believe those words were typed by me. For years and years while living in … Continue reading Sanctuary 2.0: Not Drinking the Kool-Aid, But… →

Ferries!

While You Are There: Your on-board experiences will vary widely, but whether you are living it up in a private cabin on a ship with plenty of booze and entertainment, or crammed in a cold and leaky vessel with a bunch of local fisherman, enjoy it! It's not your everyday experience. It's part of being … Continue reading Ferries! →

Week Four in the Mountains: Childhood Revisited

This past week, I picked up a refill of Trotsky’s heartworm medicine. When I got home and inspected what was in the bag, I noticed there was a $12 rebate offer. I’m not one to use coupons very often because 50 cents here and there just doesn’t seem worth my time to clip and organize … Continue reading Week Four in the Mountains: Childhood Revisited →