Archive For February 28, 2018

Charging In Unarmed Against Overwhelming Deadly Force

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Charging In Unarmed Against Overwhelming Deadly Force

Apologize if these remembrances appear out of order.  I find them, I share them.  Almost remember them sometimes.  From June 7, 1989. – JDW   My little brother died five years ago on Memorial Day weekend. So, excuse me but this holiday lacks that certain sense of frivolity I’m normally looking for in a day…

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Blood, Warm And Crimson, Trickled Down Her Limp Fingers

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Blood, Warm And Crimson, Trickled Down Her Limp Fingers

Sure would be nice to know how these stories ended.  Or not.  From May 9, 1990. – JDW You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated.  In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come…

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I Got Paid To Do This

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I Got Paid To Do This

The way I remember it.  The state tourism department had a contest and these folks won and I was supposed to report on their joy about experiencing Oregon.  The middle of it.  Think everybody had a great time.  From July 11, 1990. It’s about half past dusk.  The Fourth of July.  I watch the lights…

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The Nature Of My Life

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The Nature Of My Life

“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder ‘why, why, why?’ Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.”  ― Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle Morning. Picking up dog shit I am attacked by a large large yellow butterfly. Flutterfly swifts and dives Clearly trying…

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The One-Hour Workout

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The One-Hour Workout

Just the other day, I saw an article about The Four-Minute Workout.  Apparently, this is a real thing.  A clue re the current state of physical fitness?  There’s a reason it’s called a WORKout.  A conversation with some of my favorite people.  From January 1, 1992. – JDW Come what come may, time and the…

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Rose Fest A Bust

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Rose Fest A Bust

I seemed to piss off somebody powerful on a bi-weekly basis.  Every single week would’ve been too much, I think.  From June 21, 1989. – JDW I’ve never been to a festival.   I’m a creature of habit, mashed-potato comfort, I like rugs.  Our sofa’s squishy.  Maybe too squishy – it’s hard to get up sometimes. …

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An American Detective Gets The Third Degree

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An American Detective Gets The Third Degree

First time I shook hands with John Bunnell, I didn’t like him.  He was better-looking, made more money and carried a gun.     He took an immediate dislike to me.  Likely, we were both right.  A cover story puff-piece from October 1993.  – JDW I’m Sheriff John Bunnell, most people don’t even think about law…

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Joan Benoit The Barracuda

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Joan Benoit The Barracuda

Among my all-time favorite events was the Cascade Run Off.  Swank parties at the Pittock Mansion, Benji Durden slipping on volcanic ash, John Tesh almost decapitated by a low-hanging wire.  My best race, I clocked a five-kilometer personal record en route downhill.  Drafting off Miki Gorman.  From June 1990.   There will always be something to…

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Moby’s Sick: A Whale Of A Tale

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Moby’s Sick: A Whale Of A Tale

From March 21, 1990. What is that noise?!  Huh?  What the hell?  The alarm clock.  Must find it.  Quick.  Make it stop.  Try to make out the little glowing numbers.  5:30.  You can not be serious.  A.M.?  In the morning? Well, at least I can be confident the rest of the day has got to…

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The Blues Dog

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The Blues Dog

Given a chance, I tried to do whatever I could to give another artist a boost.  Seems I am still doing it.  From May 31, 1989. – JDW Blues means what milk does to a baby. Blues is what the spirit is to the minister. We sing the blues because our hearts have been hurt,…

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