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On the adaptability of crows and men when eating lunch in the urban outdoors of our era.

The thief stood nonchalantly and perfectly calm. He placed both hands on the counter and continued whistling softly.

Pondering the nature and fate of culture from a barber’s chair.

In which, at long last, I allow myself to cry.

While studying up how to be safe in the woods, I hurt myself at home.

On finding your family, pondering hidden siblings and a tribute to my friend, Ms. Judy Joe.

In which a man in a wheelchair teaches me not to judge a book by its cover.

Tracing the thread of my favorite Neil Young song through the fabric of my life.

A sword learns, "All wars of religion are only civil wars, and by civil war no nation's condition was ever bettered." Prince Henry -1618

Wedding rings, dreams, kokopillau, lightning trees, wanderers and a cotton thread running from ancient Egypt to Early Texas.

When you account for your ancestors, you are never alone. When you account for their foes, you need to watch your six.

In which Mr. Rodrigues teaches me an ancient Portuguese healing art.

In which I learn of the purpose and fate of a poem I wrote twenty years before my retirement.

My own experience of the martial arts and thoughts about their genesis. Take off your shoes as we walk from Billy Jack to Pa Gua.

Paying my respects to the grandmother of my first-born son. Chun Ying, you were sweet as a chicory flower and strong as the roots.

My first encounter with the spirit of St. Melangell.

Introduction to Recollections of a Vancouver Letter-carrier.