It Takes All Kinds, vii: Karate

It Takes All Kinds, vii: Karate

Readers who’ve been following this journey will remember that in my last post I was driving along an unmarked, unpaved, under-populated road somewhere in the middle of Nowhere, OR, USA, when my car began alerting me to all the oil it was leaking. The timing of...
It Takes All Kinds, vi: The Hutch

It Takes All Kinds, vi: The Hutch

In the town of Dayville, OR, there is a Wendy’s. I was returning to my car in the parking lot of that very Wendy’s when a man called out to me, Hey look, it’s a study in Jettas!! He was pointing at my car, a Jetta (borrowed), and his car, also a...
It Takes All Kinds, v: passing on the refills

It Takes All Kinds, v: passing on the refills

Dedicated readers will recall that in my last post I was in Biggs Junction, OR, getting gas and talking with the station attendant about that famous collection of rocks in China: Stonehenge. Fast-forward approximately four minutes: the tank is full and I run into the...
It Takes All Kinds, iii

It Takes All Kinds, iii

This scene opens in a public restroom in a park in Seattle. (What can I say?—I had to pee. Everyone pees. And sometimes that has to happen in a public restroom. It’s a weird fact that I feel compelled to note that I was just peeing and not up to any shenanigans...