Shavings in my Brassiere #12
Tim, Linda and Taz
Taz really was a sweet little dog. Few people ever knew that. Though I’m unsure how he got his name, he...
Shavings in my brassiere: #9
Sag Harbor
Unable to find our size and styles of brassieres in Port Townsend, Kashmira and I started a yearly tradition. We’d meet in downtown...
When I was a Secret Agent
Many years ago and far, far away, (southwest Florida in 1982, to be exact), I was living and working in a marina fifteen miles...
A Winter’s Diary
Dec 31, 2020: It was foggy this morning, and temps have not dipped below freezing in a long time. There was a thick frost...
Every Act of Reaching Out is a Seed
Remembering China and Tibet With Richard Wojt
The recent passing of Port Townsend’s extraordinary statesman Richard Wojt caused me to reflect on a remarkable...
Notes from a First Mate in Training
Editor's note: We have not heard from Corky Parker in a while, other than that she had headed off to Mexico for some of...
Shavings in my brassiere #5
ANOTHER USE FOR IT
I worked for a fella many years ago who had a small sailboat and a small budget. It needed a lot of...
How I found Port Townsend
By Allison Arthur
Telling stories, changing stories
All I remember is that it was hot and I wanted to get home and off U.S. Highway...
Shavings in my brassiere: #10
LaPush
Entering the Quillayute River on a good day must be difficult. I'm just guessing of course, because I've never gone in on a good...










