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Parents Away II: Truck Launch

“Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!” Brian shrieked as I blew through the front door in a rage, cowering in a corner with his hands and arms thrown over his head. I chased him around the house and over furniture, but I was too worn out from my sprint up from the beach. I swear to God I might have killed him if it were not for the fact that this would leave me alone to face Dad about the truck. Several minutes of screaming at each other, punctuated by mutual wailing, ensued. We were in deep, deep shit. And the tide was rising fast.

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Parents Away I: Time-Share Gauntlet

You probably already know how these promotions work. When you arrive, sales associates carefully shepherd you around the finished sections of the facilities, plumping you like cattle at the feedlot. Then they lock you in a room, desperately latch on to you like lampreys, and interrogate you for hours about your life and finances in order to make you divulge something — anything — that could be used to coax, coddle, guilt, or pry you into signing the papers that make you a part-time owner of one of the units.

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Timeless Ocean Views and Lunch With Brothers

Timeless Ocean Views and Lunch With Brothers

One of the reasons I enjoy the beach is it’s timeless existence. The beach is largely unchanged from year to year and so I can relive moments that were special with each visit. The picture above was taken in September of 2005, I could have posted similar pictures from each visit since then too. Timeless, eternal, enduring, consistant, vigilant…. what would you say of the beach?

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Family Sacrifice: Shamu

Back in the day, pods of up to twenty orcas followed the fish runs deep into Puget Sound every year and made their way up Henderson Bay to Minter Creek. We used to watch...

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Allen Point: Casting the Last Stone

Tom’s special delight was to throw stones at you so that you couldn’t come near the bus stop. And, as I said, he could throw a very long way. Sometimes you had to stand all the way back where the drive came up. When the bus came, you had to wait until Tom got on the bus and then race out of hiding to try and catch it before it took off. Tom would look out the back window and laugh at you running to get on, or just sit down with a smirk and wait for you. It was ironic, having to run to get picked on again. He got a big kick out of it.

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Allen Point: Cherry Cove

There were two roads out of Allen Point: the long driveway that led up to the bus stop, Eide’s Store, and to town, and the overgrown Green Gate Road, which led to the northern...

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