At Seattle Central College, where I’ve worked for the past three years, a few steps separate the main hallway from the Atrium Cafeteria. From there, it’s a straight shot to Seattle Culinary Academy’s One World Café and Square One Bistro. (An important aside: I’m a big...
Shortly before his death this spring, inclusive tourism ambassador, first-rate blogger, and spiritual advisor to many, Scott Rains posted a short piece: “We each have a limited lifetime and within that, a finite set of moments when our abilities align with the...
It’s tough to get close to a beach without access. From an overlook, I get a taste of the full view, smell, and sounds. Just a tantalizing taste. But a taste isn’t enough. I have been to Nauset on Cape Cod hundreds of time. As a boy, the ocean—open clear out to...
I have a new moniker for Steve L., one of my four brother-in-laws with the same first name. Now he’s Ramp Man to me. He drove to the Cape from Connecticut fully loaded: Boston Whaler packed with bikes, folding tables, life jackets, power tools, and reclining chairs...
I stayed in an assisted living facility during my holiday trip back to Boston; briefly and temporarily, not permanently. My parents moved from their rambling, charming, historic house on five acres in New England to a much more circumscribed facility for seniors in a...
I had just turned ten when my hometown baseball team lost a one-game playoff to their arch rivals. That particular game was preceded by an epic run of losses that reduced a big lead in the standings to nothing. The events of September 1978 fully indoctrinated me into...
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