The name written on the cover page of this address book was Lucille Blair, 4981 N. Jersey, Portland, Oregon. It was that of an unknown woman whose badly decomposed and mutilated was found north of Crescent City on March 1, 1957. Ten years earlier Elizabeth Short was found murdered, her naked body sliced in two…

It was right after New Year’s Day, 1965. Warm temperatures, continuous rain showers and snow melt has washed much of the township of Klamath away before Christmas. By the time Dad decided to take Mom, Adam and I down to where our little house sat behind the Three Seven’s and Tony’s Market, men with heavy…

It was early afternoon when I parked my truck in a vacant spot below ‘C’ Street in Virginia City. Every other door was a saloon or a gaming house and five different bands or jukeboxes blared five different tunes into the street as I hiked up the hillside. The rattle of the music superimposed itself on the…

Uncle Adam took me with him, to visit his mom, whom we called Grandma Ivy. She was a remarkable woman, double-tough, double-kind and who lived to be 105 years old. It was nearing the start of summer when Uncle Adam decided to replace the old cow trough, dented over its several years of use and…

It’s been one of those searches that has left me puzzled – until today. When I was a kid, my folks told me not to ask Margaret Keating about her husband William, telling me it was impolite and that, “Mrs. Keating still misses him dearly.” That left me unable to find out what had happened…

Should you lower the bar for yourself, you’re less likely to accomplish anything that matters; when you lower it for others, there’s little advantage in, or advancement from, beating the competition; if you raise it for yourself, accomplishments set you apart, and failure is something to dread and, therefore, to avoid, and when you raise…

Here I am once again, the eighth day in a row, staring at a blank computer screen battling with myself over what to write. I have concluded that I don’t want to write about politics or the Constitution, because I cannot deal with the massive disappointment I feel about the direction this nation continues to…

While on my walk the other day, I heard a bunch of yelling and laughter along with what I believed to be the sound of a body being slammed against something. I continued walking toward the noises to find four larger boys picking on a smaller, red-haired, freckle-faces kid, who was taking the thrashing without…

Initially, I wasn’t going to post this as I don’t want anyone thinking I’m starting to blog endlessly about my dreams and night-terrors. However this is a good study of how my mind and guilt work on me. A day or so ago I made a rather crude comment to a my friend Ana Alcala de…

Kyle brought home a Sony Playstation he was given by friend. We immediately set it up on our TV stand and plugged it in. Over the next few months I would walk into the living room and notice that it was on even though nobody had used in days. This became a common event leaving…