Category Archives: AutoBlography


Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. Oh, God! Do I really want to invoke David Copperfield? Well, yes.

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Supporting Cast

There’s an interesting tale about the guiding principle behind my view of existence: that there is a Power in this Universe which is able to do immeasurably more than all we could possibly ask or imagine. And I’ll be telling … Continue reading

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From Small Things

Tukwila was never Mayberry RFD. The student body at Foster High School was never made up of Opie Taylor, Dobie Gillis, Veronica Lodge, Wally Cleaver, Richie Cunningham, Winnie Cooper and Marcia Brady. The demographics were a lot rougher than that. … Continue reading

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Summer Sneakers

David Martin was the only neighborhood friend I ever had. There had been Randy Luna, of course, who had lived briefly in the corner house with all the prune trees, the house a block east on 160th Street that my folks … Continue reading

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      As I walk on through troubled times       My spirit gets so down-hearted sometimes       So where are the strong, and who are the trusted?       And where is the harmony, sweet harmony?

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Tonga Ridge Tales

I lay flat on my back in the snow, my orange fifty-pound Sportswest budget external-frame backpack pinned under me, my brand-new Trek cross-country no-wax skis twisted awkwardly if still painfully attached, poles flailing, and four-letter words spewing in a non-stop … Continue reading

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The Waptus River Record

We stood at the high point of the first half on the Waptus River Trail. The goal on this backpacking trip was to find a decent camping spot on the west bank of the Waptus just outside of the Alpine … Continue reading

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In Search of The Lost Spaniard

In one respect, this tale begins around 1986 with a birthday gift. Generally speaking, I am not a big fan of my birthday, and there are not many birthday gifts that I remember. But during one of his visits to … Continue reading

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Of Dreams and the Interpretation Thereof

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. –Sigmund Freud I guess Freud would have had a thing or two to say to Nebuchadnezzar’s advisers. During John Prince’s message from Daniel 2:1-11 on Sunday, I was struck by the means God … Continue reading

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Yes, I May Be Completely Crazy

For the last 23 years I’ve been carrying a story in my head that I’ve only verbally related to a handful of people. To be clear: it’s not a story that others particularly need to hear, because there’s not a … Continue reading

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