"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1
Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.
Nick as himself

Friday, July 8, 2016

Slacker Highlights







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Birth to Vashon



In a long weekend I celebrated Saint Patrick's Day, claimed Christmas gifts and had my birthday. Yvette and my Mom picked me up Thursday and we headed over the mountain pass and dropped to the sea.

Endolyne Joe's. Vashon Island. Bakery Nouveau. Noble Barton. And Boehms were the highlights.

I zip the car left, into the ferry lane and board the ferry with no line. As soon as we board and park, the ferry buzzes and the water churns as we leave the dock. Three of us sit in the car quietly for a long moment. Lift our chins and squint our eyes in thought.

Kerry is not with us.

The phone rings simultaneously as we laugh in panicked hilarity. We have boarded the wrong ferry. The early ferry. There is no way out.

I have toyed with the idea of moving to Vashon. But that quickly dissipates as we drive the main road into the quaint town. The desire scatters as I encounter clutter and Roslyn life stuck on an island.

Good to know.

After breakfast at Snapdragon Bakery we race back to the ferry dock to pick up Kerry. We tour the island, lighthouse and beach. The bike in the tree ravaged by time and punks is much shorter than I imagined. The time we have runs out and we must return to the mainland.



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