Thinking in Public: The aftermath
The roads are wonderfully quiet with winter traffic now. Some days I can walk to the post office and back, at noon, without having a single vehicle drive by.
Thinking in Public: Home, sweet home
We get calls all the time from low-life scammers who have just enough of our information to start a conversation, but not enough to separate us from our common sense.
Thinking in Public: The world is a curtain-twitching busybody
I was speaking to a service advisor at a well-known local car dealership regarding an annoying problem with my truck. Different from problems that are not annoying, such as those of routine maintenance and repair of wear parts, this one had shown up a week before as a glitch in the "Driver Information Center."
Thinking in Public: Rex, Red, and chicken feathers
So many topics from which to choose this month. Do I go with the tragedy in Lewiston or the indescribable beauty of the next morning's sunrise? The carnage in Israel or the discovery that chicken feathers can replace PFAS chemicals in renewable hydrogen fuel cells?
Thinking in Public: Let’s go to town
Nearly every week we spend time with a couple of like-minded folks who suffer my public behavior as though it were normal. By like-minded, I mean we mostly drive to town in search of some cheap food in an atmosphere quiet enough to have an actual conversation about our doctor visits.
Thinking in Public: The art of a non-artist
The subject of art is an interesting thing. What to one person is an inspired demonstration of the mixing of vision, movement, emotion, perspective, imagination, color palette, and freedom from objectivity is to another person a 6-year-old's prized finger painting.
Thinking in Public: Winter on the wharf
A bit before sunup on a cold day in February 1964, I was opening up the co-op for the start of daily business. I didn't expect many boats that morning since most of the fishermen had taken up their traps for the winter.
Thinking in Public: It’s what’s for dinner
I loudly slapped closed the cover on my laptop, startling my housemate working in the recliner next to me. Jerked out of whatever she was working on at the moment, she snapped, "What was THAT?"
Thinking in Public: Signs and wonders
Many of us have seen what happens when, without thinking about it, we jam a stick in the spokes of comprehension for some unprepared clerk.
Thinking in Public: Sounds of home
There's a black mutt rolling around on the carpet, a bone from her collection under her back to provide the scratch that springtime requires for most critters.
