While searching through a stack of old pictures of an antique store in the coastal Oregon town of Brookings, I found a photo I thought was rather curious.  I asked the owner of the store if she knew where the small, creased and aging black and white picture came from. She told me that it…

It had been a long and miserable day as I drove from Las Vegas to Reno. I had heard that there were to be snow flurries along U.S. 95, but I had no idea how bad those flurries would be after night fell. Then my VW’s heater died. This was followed quickly by my windshield…

Periodically, I would hear Dad and my Uncle Ron Benedict laughing about how the cement bears that graced the new Klamath Bridge were painted gold and how the state would soon have to strip them of their unnatural color. I always had a suspicion that those two men were the one’s who were doing the…

Every athlete from Margaret Keating School was given an invitation to dinner at 7th Grade Teacher and Coach Jeff Neyenhouse’s home. The house used to belong to a fellow named Jack, who owned a fishing camp on the south side of the Klamath River. The home, now owned by the Neyenhouse’s, was located north of DeMartins…

Editors Note:  Shortly after publishing this, I received several terse phone calls from Wendy Mazaros insisting I remove this article from my website under threat of a lawsuit as I dared mention what she did to Dick Stoddard. After consulting my attorney and learning I am within my First Amendment rights, I decided to re-post it despite her…

The house was entirely dark when the three of us entered through the front door and had been since the bride’s father, Don had passed away. It had been a lousy day, full of distractions, designed to take our minds of the death of her father. First we had gone to see the vampire movie, “Van Helsing.” It wasn’t normally something we would…

It started as I saw a white binder resting, open and unattended on a stone wall of a neighbor’s yard. Nearby and half-hidden from sight was a lanky Latino teenager, standing in a small grouping of trees. The two together, caused me to give pause to what I was seeing and to investigate. By this…

My Thanksgiving weekend started a 10 pm Wednesday night, when I climbed out of the rack and shuffled off to the head and where I took a shower. I had to be dressed, fed and out the door by 11:15 pm and heading to the station or I’d be late. After working a six-hour overnight…

The unemployment line was long and it had not moved in ten minutes as I checked my pocket watch once more. I had no-where to go but to the front of the line, so I continued to wait. Off to my right was a single door where a small group of four men keep coming…

Much of my morning was spent at the Sands Hotel Casino as a representative of radio station KBUL. I was there to do some broadcasting and later take on KIIQ in a friendly Cowboy Fast Draw competition. World class shooters come from all around the world to participate and I quickly made friends with many…