Here is a day in my life, more or less,
I make Shuksan split-cane flyrods out of my home in Bellingham, looking from a window over little Lost Creek (…good luck finding it). I’m up before 5 most every morning, and coffee is always on.
Sometimes my hair’s long and sometimes it’s high and tight. I love books, prefer phone calls to texts, and listen to music on a record player. And writing letters is still my primary means of correspondence.
For nearly 20 years I’ve been a fireman in downtown Seattle with some of the best people you can imagine. We do our job, more or less, the same way it’s always been done, minus the horses. For a while I was a medic, and there was a time I was privileged work with special group of high caliber guys, and we did our best work with SCUBA tanks on. In what seems like a lifetime ago I was a surf lifeguard on the beach in Santa Cruz.
In my spare time I play the bagpipes with the SFD Pipe & Drum band, and play the guitar but not good enough to play with anyone.
To date, I’ve done the Ironman triathlon six times, first when I was 19 years old and most recently at age 43, and I’ll do it again. I’m slower than I once was, and that’s fine. To get lost on a trail run, far from pavement and way up in the mountains, is my idea of a heaven and there are no priests at the churches I pray in tho occasionally, I run with a pack rod.
I’ve always thought being kind goes a long way and that being tough is a function of endurance and both are a requisite to happiness.
There is plenty of bulls**t travelling on every frequency, both as personalities and information, call it out everytime you see it. It’s now more important than ever.
Generally I’ve found it’s better to be last in line.
My most favorite thing in the whole wide world is this-