The Super bowl solution

January 2007, I was watching from my standing room only “seat” as the Seahawks were about to lose to the Cowboys in my first playoff game. It was important stuff and I was trying very hard to pay attention to the play on the field — though admittedly this is difficult for me to do as my eyes tend to glaze over rather often. It might be something to do with the fact that they always seem to be stopping for something. A penalty. A commercial. Time out. An owie.

Suddenly, the crowd around us went nuts.

“What happened?” I asked, puzzled because I really was watching.

A good cover story

I was not yet in the double digits when I experienced my first full solar eclipse. It was a Saturday in March 1970. I was at my girlfriend’s house in central Pennsylvania, waiting and watching with her and her mother, Gloria. Gloria was the worrying kind, anxious about everything — toilet seat germs, lecherous old men and of course, on that day, that we might be blinded by the sun. As I recall, we were equipped with some sort of homemade pinhole viewing device, but even with that, Gloria urged us to stay inside. Less a cause for celebration, it felt more like the potential ending of the world. I wasn’t so sure I liked this idea of night when it was supposed to be day.

Stranger Than Fiction

The email landed on my desk in the midst of dozens of other emails destined for the trash can. But this one grabbed my attention with the subject: “Oregonians Invited To Write Letters to Strangers in April.”

Archive: April 26, 2015

The Super bowl solution

A good cover story

Stranger Than Fiction