Before I Tripped Over a Stone, #23

(Previous post, Before I Tripped, #22) I was settling in and getting comfortable as the director of the Bishop Lewis State Work Release program in Seattle, Washington. I had worked with a government narcotics unit to safely (and quietly) remove a strain of black tar heroin from the community. The facility was moving in the... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays #21

If you'd like to catch up, please go to; Before I Tripped #20 Amy and I had everything packed. Two cars completely full, Amy's 2 cats, and we each had a walkie-talkie; purple with yellow buttons. We would drive from Minneapolis to Seattle over a span of 3 days. Amy had gone to Triple AAA, and... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays, #19

(Previous series post, Before I Tripped, #18) The beginning of my illustrious career bartending, waitressing and short-order cooking. In this bar, we usually had a bartender and a waitress. We knew all positions, worked them all and were kept very busy! I was training in on a Sunday night. Sunday nights were slower but still... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays, #18

(Previous series post, Before I Tripped, #17) I had successfully passed my commercial driving test with air brake, and passenger endorsements after my county job had come to a close. I enjoyed driving a school bus. Route driving was pretty easy. We were paid for a minimum of two hours no matter how long our... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays #17

(Previous series post, Before I Tripped, #16) "You get your ass in the truck right now! You can kiss your hours' goodbye for today, and if you ever speak to me like that again you will be off my crew faster than you can blink, do you hear me?"  "Yeah." "What did you say?" "Yes,... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays. #16

(Previous series post, Before I Tripped, #15) As a whole, 'ghost children' freak me out. I don't find them scary, necessarily, but they are a bit intrusive! I think 'ghost children' make me sad because they are children. Not that I've met many... at the children's home where I worked we had a few. It... Continue Reading →

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