Meanwhile in Kitsap: Hesitate to do the weather, but at least the sun is back? Downtown Bremerton ramps up for world soccer tournament fan zone… Port Orchard ramps up for a wild run of road work… And no fan zone on the island, but Bainbridge boys are state champs… Plus gray whales are dying at an alarming rate… Putt Putt Clash comes to Poulsbo and old school, in person bank robbers in Bremerton.

I see Fozzie first. Foz (Fozzie, or Fozzie Bear) is an ultra-friendly, forest-loving, high-energy goldendoodle who sports a blonde, curly, tufted mohawk. He’s running at breakneck speed through the grass towards me, chasing a flying orange disc. I’ll learn later that Fozzie is more famous than Kris. And word is still out on who loves the game of disc golf more…

This station only has two pumps running out of the four on the lot and after waiting my turn in line, the guy using the pump across from me lamented: ‘cheapest prices in town, but they’ve got to do something about these pumps’ as he huffed in to prepay. ‘Cheapest prices in town, but you’ve got to earn it!’ I laughed.

Charlie pulled the tail of his red and white flannel shirt out from under him as he flopped down into the chair Max provided for patrons. With an angry tug, Charlie snatched the USB-A cable from its reel by the terminal and plugged it into the shaved left side of his head. The chair looked like it wouldn’t be out of place in a dentist’s office, decked in buttons, levers, and trays. Max reclined Charlie to the position he knew his patron preferred and made his way over to the control terminal…

It’s cold in my room. Somewhere, a lifetime away, the sun shines through the trees. The light stops before it ever reaches my window. The mercury outside of my trailer wraps its fingers around the eighty-degree line and still it’s cold in my room. I write this to you now because the shadows dance. 

The shadows dance. 

I stepped out of my car beneath the white stone of the Manresa Castle. Its columns towered over the manicured lawn below. I could see the water within walking distance, only illuminated by the fingernail sliver of pale moonlight up above…

New Orleans is famous for many types of food. Red Beans & Rice isn’t one of them. But, they are everywhere in Louisiana for good reason. They are cheap, easy to prepare, and delicious. At about $1.50/serving they are a great way to stretch your food budget…

Once I knew a cat named Scarlet NoHaira. She was, I think, a Sphinx cat. Bald as an eagle. Wrinkled and charmingly Golem-like.  Left impressions from her skin oil on whatever or wherever she sat. Her twin was the first thing I noticed on the black-and-white, sepia(?) toned cover to Marcia Waldorf’s album “Memoranda” when I came across it flipping through the bargain bin at…

Self expression. Pen to paper. Brush to Canvas. Through the senses we have this incredible drive to create something. Words rise from the pages. Giving life to the dream, the Idea, “It’s Alive!” A need,  a wanting from within. Some would say to feed the soul. Losing that ability to create is apicture of so many restless souls lingering in the streets like zombies lurking in an alley way. Or walking onto a train, ferry or bus. Locked in gridlock.  

Grown primarily in the hilly mountains of East Asia, more recently becoming very popular to grow in Washington State. This one tea plant can give you all the different varieties of tea (white, green, black, oolong, and matcha), all depending on how you process the leaves after harvesting. 

Water Signs: It’s a little back to the beginning… Air Signs: Make it sacred… Earth Signs: Exert your will over your reality… Fire Signs: Find that healing through community