Sales Pitch
Posted on Sunday, July 25, 2004 @ 2:46 pm
Filed Under Joel, Stories
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Sunday afternoon, fifteen years or so ago....
Living with POPFile
Posted on Saturday, July 3, 2004 @ 2:24 pm
Filed Under Computing, POPfile, Security, Stories
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Seed and Grain
Posted on Friday, June 18, 2004 @ 12:01 am
Filed Under Eaton County, Mulliken, Picture Show, Stories
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For over a century, this grain elevator was the main reason for Mulliken. This railside complex was the farming community's touchpoint with the larger world. They'd come to buy seed before planting, then return to sell the grain they'd grown from the seed. This routine made for an interesting, seasonal parade of vehicles on Potter Street. July's winter wheat harvest was a particularly busy time; trucks, tractors, and trailors would line Main Street day and night as the farmers and staff would struggle to get the grain from truck to hopper.
Refuge in Tucson
Posted on Thursday, June 10, 2004 @ 12:03 pm
Filed Under Army Career, Joel, Musick, Stateside, Stories
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There was a bookstore/candle shop/concert space just off the campus. The place doubled as a coffeehouse (only on weekends, I think), and the house band was a folky quartet--a girl singer, her husband on guitar and harmony, a bassist (I think), and a drummer. here was a bookstore/candle shop/concert space just off the campus. The place doubled as a coffeehouse (only on weekends, I think), and the house band was a folky quartet--a girl singer, her husband on guitar and harmony, a bassist (I think), and a drummer. It was the first time I'd found a drummer in a folk group, and the first time I'd ever seen a girl play a conventional drum kit. The group's repertoire was pretty standard for a coffeehouse band, except they had an unaccountable affection for Tim Buckley. For me, the attraction (besides the drummer) was the opportunity to hear "my" music.
Flying into Huachuca
Posted on Wednesday, June 9, 2004 @ 10:56 am
Filed Under Army Career, History, Stateside, Stories
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Sunrise, and we discovered the Huachuca Mountains, like an unexpected island in the plains. Never--never--have I been so astonished by the morning.
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