PORTLAND, Oregon (02 January 2020) — Winter here reminds me of Connecticut: the cyan hue of the cool damp and the ever-present silence. But it’s not a silence like I can’t hear, it’s more of a metaphoric muting of the echoes and distant voices we don’t notice. The darkened winter…
Education, fascists, photojournalism
PORTLAND, Oregon (30 October 2019) — For the past few years, I have been focusing on academia and placing less emphasis on journalism. I worked in student media, earning some awards from the Newspaper Association of Oregon and Oregon Newspapers Foundation for 2019: First and third place for best spot…
I’m going in a different direction with this
PORTLAND, Oregon (29 October 2019) — I am changing how I use this space on my website. Since I set up this website, I had used this space for a mixture of feature news writing from assignment work over the years and some fiction.
I think my fiction writing that…
I went to Boca Raton to play dominos
AUSTIN, Texas — I went to Boca Raton, Fla., to play dominos in mid August 2012. I learned a basic or perhaps a simplified version of the game, which proved to be enough to have a few games with June and Jack. I returned to Austin a couple of days…
How to find soaring, again
One day he did it, he jettisoned the wings, which had become a heavy burden.
He learned the ways of land-based bipeds and spent many a happy day walking upright among the humans. He learned to speak like a human, but with a hawk accent.
Not long had passed before…
Eddy currents, ultrasonic imaging and a huge blast of X-Rays
RANDOLPH AIR FORCE BASE, Texas (23 September 2014) – It takes more than oil changes and fresh windshield wiper blades to keep Randolph’s aircraft aloft. One needs to look closer, beneath the skin
The 12th Flying Training Wing’s Maintenance Directorate uses nondestructive inspection techniques to find cracks and wear, which…
High speed across the vast expanse
There are two Americas, the actual one that is leaning more to the right toward a polite version of fascism and the America in legend, in movies. For now, we’re only concerned with the latter version
The United States of vast expanse, of two-lane desert highways, of reverb rock bands,…
I met a drifter in Arizona near the New Mexico border
I met a drifter in Arizona near the New Mexico border on Interstate 80. I walked into a rest stop for a bathroom break and to look around, when I heard a weather-beaten voice beckon my attention to a skeleton of a man sitting on a concrete bench under a…
Grease, grit, Galaxy: Reservist keeps C-5 aloft
LACKLAND AIR FORCE BASE, Texas – The enourmous black cable was filthy from being dragged across concrete through oil, jet fuel and grease
Staff Sgt. Mikela Kleinhans, 433rd Aircraft Maintenance Squadron Air Reserve Technician, lugged the heavy cable from the “dash 86” generator to the belly of a C-5A Galaxy…