On hot summer days in Coeur d’Alene during my childhood, I walked to the beach barefoot. It was about six blocks from my grandparents’ house. First I had to get across the packed dirt and gravel driveway where grandpa parked his excavating equipment. Then there was a short section of unpaved road on Lost Avenue,…
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Mortality in Suburbia
Every six weeks for the past 36 weeks I have taken a bus from downtown Seattle to Juanita, several miles North of Kirkland on the other side of the lake. Normally this would be a 30 minute bus trip, but on the weekends when the 520 bridge is closed it takes over an hour each…
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