“We’ve been here before,” the husband said. “We walked out here and looked over the edge, but the bridge was still used by cars. We drove over it.” “What were we doing? Coming back from Montana? Idaho? That was years ago. 1996? 1997? When did we make that trip to the Rockies? It must have …
Our room was in the basement and the windows looked out onto a forest. It was quiet so I slept late and I was surprised to see sunshine slicing through the blinds. When we’d arrived the afternoon before, the fog was rolling in from the ocean and the temperature was dropping, dropping, dropping, but it …
Two things I did not buy from an antique store in Castle Rock, Washington. A piece of French sheet music that included an add for ukulele lessons. “Learn in 10 minutes thanks to the Francis Salabert Method!” A Blickendorfer typewriter, with carrying case, from the late 1800s. I regret leaving both of those things behind.
I recently upgraded my phone to an iPhone 4s. It irritates me to no end that I am hopelessly attached to this inanimate object and what it allows me to do — find bakeries, pester my friends from anywhere there’s a signal, find obscure facts to resolve arguments. I worked with a woman who used …
Broughton Lumber Yard, Rasmussen’s Pumpkin Funland, Draper Girls Farm, and Knead Bakery.