Memoir Politics

The March of the Ants

The March of the Ants When I was a kid I used to like ants. To be fair, I had lived in Venezuela for four years and then two years in Costa Rica. I think I may have mentioned the little tropical valley there several thousand times. What I may not have explained is that the thing that makes the tropics the tropics is that the daily weather works something like this; it starts off…

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1917

1917 For some reason, the past year has all been about the stuff of a century ago. To begin with, Peter Jackson had his project to take the 100 hours of old black & white film footage from the British Imperial War Museum and do his magic. He did more than the usual coloration of an old film. He did something magic to the old footage of stilted and surreal soldiers who suffered through the…

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Love Politics

Homeward Boundaries

Homeward Boundaries It’s sunset here at Casa Moonstruck, one of the loveliest times of day with the sun setting out over the Hills of Fallbrook and the Pacific Ocean.   A few weeks ago I decided to note that about a month after the summer solstice, the sun set just north of the right hand hill of the three hills I face in that direction (note to self – figure out if there are names…

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Back to the Tahoe Again

Back to the Tahoe Again Tomorrow is the last day of our trip to Northern California and Oregon. If you look at the map, our route has taken us up along the coast from Sonoma all the way up the Oregon Coast to the southern border of Washington, just over the Columbia River. From there up the Columbia most of the length of the Columbia River Gorge and then down through the volcanic forests of…

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Into the Breach

Into the Breach Today we are trekking Eastward from Astoria, Oregon at the mouth of the Columbia River, towards the famous Columbia River Gorge. That will take us directly past Portland, the scene of the greatest crime against American democracy the country has ever known. Just being close to Portland gets my blood boiling. We will start the day with a visit to Fort Clatsop in the midst of the Lewis and Clark National Park.…

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Rushin’ Around the Russian River

Rushin’ Around the Russian River A few years ago, Kim and I joined our friends Gary and Oswaldo on the perfunctory Alaska Cruise for a week. We went up to the Glaciers that make for the scattering of islands where Sitka and Ketchikan are located. One of the things all Alaska Cruise tourists see is the influence of Russia on the 50th state. The Russian Tsars pushed eastward across the North Pacific as early as…

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Love Politics

It’s All About Soul

It’s All About Soul Yesterday I was taking a motorcycle ride on a sunny Saturday and chose to head inland towards the mountains. The Mount Palomar Observatory is forty miles away and while I rarely actually go up to the gated observatory at the very top of the mountain, I do regularly ride the switchback road up the mountain from the West and ride down the sweeper road that heads south to Lake Henshaw (or…

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Politics

Normal Wins

Normal Wins Senator Amy Klobuchar of Minnesota was a strong candidate for the Democratic Party nomination for President for many months and through several multi-participant debates. She did not stand out much as a candidate but always comported herself well and with aplomb. Her strongest attribute was her moderate posture on many of the more controversial issues of the election. In a word, where others were flamboyant or charismatic, still others were fiery and strong-minded,…

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Passing Through Portland

Passing Through Portland At the end of next week, Kim and I and our friends Frank and Lydia, will be passing through Portland, Oregon as we escape the confines of the Coronavirus for a road-trip holiday up through the Northern Coast of California, where the Redwoods proliferate and into Oregon. After Goos Bay, we are going to the mouth of the Columbia River, where Lewis and Clark ended their transcontinental journey. That expedition started in…

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