Random notes from the Hood River Valley

First, I have some tragic news for many of you. The greatest miracle of our time, the “Miraculous Apparition of the Holiest of All Dogs, the Great Saint Bernard, in a Pile O’Gravel” has fallen. I was half-way through the construction of the tollbooth, I mean ticket stand, that I was going to place at the end of the driveway so that the faithful could support the lifestyle I have become accustomed, I mean tithe for the miraculous event. There must be someone to blame for this heartrending situation

I blame, well I blame so many people and institutions. There is the pope, who didn’t come immediately to validate the miracle. There is the federal government, which didn’t give me an immediate tax break, because I was going to hire someone to work the “ticket stand” when Richard and I were at work. There is the Weather Channel who allowed a rain storm to pass through the Northwest.

I also have to comment on Glenn Beck’s observation about the victims on Utoya Island in Norway being equivalent to “Hitler Youth”. Imagine if after the Oklahoma City bombing, one of Norway’s most known radio/TV personality came on line and said… well something equivalent. We would have wiped Norway off the map. If you are listening to Mr. Beck as we speak… fucking hang up. This is so basic.

And finally, if you’re going to call me “crazy”, do it anonymously.

Okay it is official.

I am calling it the “Miraculous Apparition of the Holiest of All Dogs, the Great Saint Bernard, in a Pile O’Gravel.”

It’s a Miracle!

Roll over, Shroud of Turin. Prepare to be compared, Lourdes.

There is a miracle in the upper valley.

Sacred apparition of a Saint Bernard in a pile of rocks.



This is big time. This will make the Ball O’ Twine seem like a stupid tourist trap!

Jesus Christ, Superstar!

I just got home from CAST's production of "Jesus Christ, Superstar". It was amazing. Richard is one of those grand song and dance productions! He is so ready to be an honorary sib! It is remarkable to live in the small town of Hood River and have the local community theatre do such mind-boggling productions. So much talent in this area!

Farewell Betty

I've always admired your courage!

And Happy Birthday!

Long gone, but far from forgotten!

Summer has arrived.

I’m ready to whine about the heat!

But that will wait until another day. Today, I will just glory in the heat. Okay, it is only the mid 80’s in the Upper Valley, but I am reveling in the advent of summer!

Yee Haw!

Thirteen Years

I'm as stunned as you are. Who would have thought it would last this long?