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Ah, the thrill of the chase. The anticipation of pursuit. Stalking the quarry, sneaking through the brush, the grasses, the thistles, the wild rose, warily parting the fronds and peering with expectation. My delight at spotting my prey. Something of the pioneer courses through my blood when I venture forth to bring home the bacon, so to speak. It is hard to describe my satisfaction upon my return with larder for the pantry. I feel like a mighty hunter who evaded the wooly mammoth, outwitted the saber-toothed tiger and...
Life is Big. I met Sharon at a workshop at Mt. Shasta, Calif., in 1992. We all sat in a circle and introduced ourselves. The workshop leader asked us to buddy up, explaining that we were to work in teams of two. Sharon and I looked across the circle, nodded and grinned. Instant buddies. That week we forged a friendship. Our lives were vastly different. I lived in a house in the woods in rural Poulsbo, Wash. Sharon had an apartment in the heart of downtown Vancouver, British Columbia. Sharon, a single woman, had traveled all...
This morning, while I was bent over in my garden pulling weeds, the phone rang. I finished dead-heading the petunias and went indoors to listen to the message on voice mail. It was a woman with ideas. She didn't leave her name. She must have noticed that periodically, in this column, I express concern for the financial future of the dwindling town of Harlem. She had answers. I liked her suggestions. She thinks like me. Thank you, whoever you are. I have taken your ideas and run with them. In fact, I talked with my business pa...
Today in Harlem, I attended a rite of passage, eighth grade graduation. I am a sucker for ceremony. As the young people promenaded two by two through the decorated arch and up the aisle, tears rolled down my face. I felt as if I had stepped into a time machine. Long buried memories of my own eighthgrade graduation flooded my mind. I leaned over to Karolee, "When we were in school, was graduation held in the cafeteria or the pit? I can't remember." The pit was a sunken gymnasium in the old section of the grade school, a place...