Tagged: legacy

Just Saying “Yes.”

Finally, she asked me something that I didn’t understand in the slightest, and paused to let me answer. My head was swimming. I had no idea — absolutely no idea — what she had said. But it sounded like an open-ended question. She was sitting like a cocker spaniel, head slightly cocked, waiting for me to respond. My mind raced, searching for some slight recognition a word — any word — she had used. Nothing came back.

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Stories for the New Year.

Perhaps there’s something to the ancient conviction that the way to immortality is to live on not in a body, but in a story. A person without a story is truly dead.

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Nearly an Olympian

As it turns out, I was not only capable of surviving the “clinic,” but the US Olympic trainer was extremely impressed by my “independence”—which means, in terms of an equestrian, the ability to use one’s hands and feet independently of one another. She was so impressed, in fact, that she came to visit my parents within days to ask that I be allowed to train, with her, for the US Olympic Equestrian Team.

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Writers and Readers

Writers and Readers

I’ve been pretty busy with school and work, but I’m going to try to do some more writing for Altered Focus. I’ll continue with some of my family stories and topics — and I’ll...

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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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Falling Asleep At The Wheel.

I probably thought of having one of the beers I had bought to drink before heading to bed on a non-school day. The sun probably began to rise over Mt. Rainier, and as the rays began to creep over Hale’s Pass and the apple orchard, the sound of gravel startled me awake to face the telephone pole at the sharp turn at the end of the straightaway.

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Bob Hope Drive and Legacy

Lately I’ve been considering my lot in life. It’s a past time that I’ve entertained more than once in the last few years. Most of my blogs are recollections of the past, attempts at...

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Not all that sings is gold

Don’t be fooled by the talents… not all that sings is gold! I remember in July 2006 I woke up from a good night’s rest, stretched, yawned a couple of time and realized the...

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