Tillicum

He was standing in front of the cash register at our place of business from which I’m often gone that being because we just have a lot going on and, despite the beautiful weather, I’ve got things to do elsewhere. “This is for yesterday since you weren’t here, and today.” Fishermen, which this fellow is, […]

Got a call this morning from my brother Alan. His voice broke. He was emotional. Been up all night. On the other side of the world, Szeged, Hungary, at 2:30 A.M. our time, this August 24, Nevin Harrison, who trained at Gig Harbor the last seven or eight months or so, who is from Seattle […]

Recently we added a beautiful little, older but carefully maintained, boat and motor to our rental fishing fleet. Already we’ve rented it out twice and only to the best and the brightest – true fishing aficionados – as evidenced just this morning. Out of all the boats (row, or boat and motor with 3.3 Merc, […]

The bow holds steady, the stern backs down, and so we ease away from the dock. At least that’s the plan but both of us were reluctant to move. Even the coach in the launch just sat there. Not looking at us or the rest of the crew – doubles like us, fours and eights […]

At the farthest reaches of where we rowed this morning the tight puddles left by our paddles stretched it seemed like forever behind our double shell. They were the only disturbance of the mirrored surface, that and the thin vapor-like trail of our boat’s wake connecting as it were the dots we left behind. We […]

The alarm rang too soon. Fortunately, I’d prepared coffee the night before and sleepily pushed the button. While it perked, I checked Facebook for any messages that for some reason we wouldn’t be rowing this morning. There were none. At exactly 5:30 A.M., having consumed one-and-a-half cups of coffee, we launched. My daughter and I […]

If what you are after is in fact sought after as you would seek hidden treasure, then you’ll find it, loosely translates an ancient proverb. But what if the treasure finds you? On their special day, July 7, a tribute to our son, his wonderful family, his dear sweet wife who found him twelve years […]

Standing at the site of the macabre scene where once speeding Amtrak passenger cars tilted at contorted angles, the now oversized caskets dangling precariously from the bridge above to Interstate 5 below, Richard Anderson took out his cell phone and texted Ken Hylander with a simple message: ‘We need you.’ Hylander had developed the safety […]