Monthly Archives: November 2011

Occupy Wall Street – Central Booking

Prisoners kept trickling into the holding cell.  Each time someone entered, the door slammed shut behind him with an iron clang.  We were a diverse collection of protesters—there were some teenagers, some people in their fifties.  Many of us had … Continue reading

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Occupy Wall Street – The Eviction of Zuccotti Park

I was across the street with a cup of coffee, trying to digest the day, when I saw the spotlights come on.  The whole camp was flooded with light; the yellow-orange leaves of the honey locust trees glinted against the … Continue reading

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Occupy Denver

OCT 29 2011, Civic Center Park—BLAM!  BLAM!  BLAM!  The crowd roared at the sound of gunfire, and a riot police officer decked out in a bullet proof vest and full face mask continued to fire rubber bullets until he shot … Continue reading

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Dave the Traveler

Over Ebbett’s Pass, down through the valleys of the Sierra lowlands, and into Minden, Nevada, where I reunite with Kathi and Bob.  They’ve been inviting me here for over a year now (we all marvel that it’s already been a … Continue reading

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The Cabin

I still know the rhythms of these mountains. I recognize the passage of the sun, the different places where light falls throughout the day—how it bursts directly through my window at dawn, how in the early morning, the back porch … Continue reading

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Life Is Not About Finding Yourself

Grants Pass, Oregon.  I’m restless.  I am ready to move on, I’m aching to get going, and this time, not just to move, but to arrive; it’s time to get back east to DC and to a place where I … Continue reading

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Down the Grey Coast

Back in May, when I was heading from DC to Colorado, something happened that changed the course of my journey but that I found myself unable to write about at the time: I met Amber. And Tramp, her playful boxer/lab … Continue reading

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