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Pull up a chair. Twenty-five years ago I left home in Issaquah, Washington, headed for my office in Lower Queen Anne. Ordinary morning. Work day. The kind you…
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Browse →Pull up a chair. Twenty-five years ago I left home in Issaquah, Washington, headed for my office in Lower Queen Anne. Ordinary morning. Work day. The kind you…
My grandkids call me Asshat. Affectionately, they tell me. I’m seventy years old, I spent the better part of my working life sealed in a steel tube under…
Pull up a chair. A few months after we moved into this place, a little black dog showed up outside the fence. I was at work. Herself called…