In those days, Grandpa’s bakery was my safe haven. Every morning I would wake up early, and slip down stairs to fall into the kitchens, full of flour dust and the smell of rising bread. [Read More]
Archives for November 2014
I would never claim to be a farmer. I married one. Not long after we began our family we had a garden, an orchard, cows, chickens and several cats. The children enjoyed the chickens and we thought it might be nice to raise a turkey for Thanksgiving. [Read More]
Reflections on life overheard at the old Bill’s Tavern, the heart of
Cannon Beach, through the dark Mac’s brew and smoky fiddle wail
on a July Saturday night.
It’s taken three decades for Billy to receive public recognition for the magic he stirred up in Portland. He’s been honored as a “side player” by the Oregon Music Hall of Fame, an eight-year-old organization that few musicians here on the coast have heard of. Better late than never, some might say. Lessons can be gleaned from the lag time. [Read More]
Billy didn’t bat an eye and proceeded to give the flack a highly polished and brief lecture on the First Amendment and freedom of the press. The Flack had no authority to determine what qualified as a legitimate publication. If he didn’t let Billy pass, he’d be violating Billy’s Constitutional rights (and mine) and adding another unwanted twist to this controversy. Read More