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A singular sign off
A singular sign off

Fifteen years ago, I sat in a local restaurant across the table from David Ogden Stiers. My friends had bid on the lunch at a fund-raiser and were kind enough to invite me along. That afternoon we sipped wine and ate food of which I have no...

Feeling the pressure
Feeling the pressure

First came the boat fire, a nasty affair with burning fiberglass spewing black smoke all over Devils Lake. The North Lincoln Fire & Rescue crews were just getting things cleaned up when another call came, this one for a structure fire in an...

Shuffling the pack
Shuffling the pack

From the day Luna came into our lives, we said we would find her a companion. We’ve always believed in having at least two of any pet so they would have a friend of their own species. It seemed it should be simple enough. Sort of. Luna is a...

A high-wire career
A high-wire career

“So, what do you want to be when you grow up?” I asked my new beau. I figured it would be good to know if he’d given any thought to how he might make a living before we went much further.

“I’m going to be...

A real sucker for octopuses
A real sucker for octopuses

Shortly after I first moved to the coast, I signed up for an Octopus Encounter at the Oregon Coast Aquarium. Standing in the back room next to the open octopus tank, I confess I was feeling just a wee bit creeped out. I had grown up watching cartoons...

Looking with fresh eyes
Looking with fresh eyes
cliff notes: the coast, condensed
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Flipping the script
Flipping the script

We leave Newport on a morning of black ice and slushy snow, and arrive in Newport Beach to apologies that we have come when they are experiencing record cold. The temperature hovers somewhere near 60, but the gusty cold winds definitely make it...

Jewelers setting off into the sunset
Jewelers setting off into the sunset

One afternoon a few years back, I took my hub’s watch to Zamora Jewelers for some minor repair. I handed it over to Betty and explained what I needed. Betty took it to Mike, who was sitting as always behind the counter at his work bench. Mike...

A welcome wake-up call
A welcome wake-up call

When the phone rang in the wee hours last Tuesday, my thoughts (after ‘who the hell is calling at this hour?’) were that either someone died, it was a wrong number, or likeliest of all, it was a tsunami alert. Which raised the following...

Locking horns with tiny houses
Locking horns with tiny houses

Our first house was a 640-square-foot log cabin. It had a kitchen, living room, full bathroom, loft and wrap-around deck. It wasn’t until we signed the papers and moved in that I saw what it didn’t have: a closet. That was OK, the hubs...