A day in the life, more or less.
I make rods 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, sometimes it’s high and tight. I don’t have a smart phone or cable television and read maybe too much. I prefer a phone call to a text, still write letters and listen to music on a record player. For nearly 20 years I’ve been a fireman in Seattle working under the Special Operations command on Rescue Co. 1 in the Sodo neighborhood, with some of the best men you can imagine. We do our job, more or less, the same way it’s always been done, minus the horses, except on occasion we follow our work under water. In my spare time I pretend to know how to play the guitar. To date, I’ve done the Ironman triathlon five times, first when I was 19 years old and most recently when I turned 40, 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 bullshit travelling on every frequency, both as personalities and information, call ’em out everytime you see it. It’s now more important than ever. If I had a crystal ball, it’d say consumption is what’ll do us in, and every one of us is complicit. Generally I’ve found it’s better to be last in line. My most favorite thing in the whole wide world is my wife and our two boys, who look just like her and take after her too. They have a golden retriever named Wilson. On the weekend nights the four of us make popcorn on the stove and watch the “Little House on the Prairie“. Watching every episode ever is a graduation requirement in this family and we only ever watch it if we’re all together.