A journalist observes life in the far north.
Sports writer and fellow Murphy Domite Matias Saari wrote a fine tale of Alec’s epic adventure climbing his first peak in Nepal. See the story here.
My accomplishments of late include making good deviled eggs right-out-of-the-gate, strawberry plants that look promising and managing to juggle my job and Jitterbug, a.k.a. Lucky, a.k.a. Jade.
Also, I am mourning Michael Jackson. I admit I think he may have molested boys, but he was my idol in the 1980s. I remember yearning to marry him. It’s heart-breaking how messed up he became.
On Saturday, Jade and I went to visit a family about a mile away. There’s four children, ages 8 to 16 or so. The mom home schools. She was busy fixing a car but she graciously stopped to see us. After we settled in the kitchen, Jade wandered into another room. I wasn’t watching. She threw down an 8-year-old girl’s guitar, breaking it. The girl cried in her dad’s lap. I wanted to die.