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A Long Trip with Lucius, Part 8

We dragged ourselves up after daybreak. Lucius’ burbling snores had disturbed my sleep. I didn’t make an issue of the snoring till much later, when it was really too late. Further into the trip, two mornings after Gullivar left us, … Continue reading

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A Long Trip with Lucius, Part 6

At six a.m., full dark, Lucius killed the nagging alarm clock with several badly aimed swats. We hastily dressed, took brief turns in the bathroom for essentials but no showers, and got checked out. Gullivar drove. The last night’s fog … Continue reading

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Now You See It . . . Now You Still See It

I’ve been preoccupied the last couple of months with uprooting from the Seattle area and relocating in central Oregon, trying to build a new social network, and doing a bit of work retraining. I’ll pick up the account of my … Continue reading

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North Boogity

Lucius never called this beautiful town North Bend. He always referred to it as “North Boogity.” That just occurred to me after my run this evening. I remember the first time he came to visit: “Huh, I pictured a seedier … Continue reading

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A Long Trip with Lucius, Part 5

Even in his mid-fifties, as he was during this trip, Lucius had a sullen-teenager relationship with God the Father. I don’t quite mean this literally. Lucius didn’t profess a belief in God and tended to mock those who did. On … Continue reading

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A Long Trip with Lucius, Part 4

“You must not think of me as a reliable witness, as someone immune to bias and distortion.” Lucius read this to me a few months after our trip, while he was working on “Crocodile Rock.” “What makes this great,” he … Continue reading

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The Littleton Follies

Lucius read me his 1999 Columbine essay while he was working on it. We argued a bit. I said that maybe the subculture the Littleton shooters immersed themselves in had something to do with it — “all this Goth crap, … Continue reading

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