From the legacy archive
it was strange seeing my childhood street on the news last night with my park’s bridge almost covered…
flood in oregon. it’s been over 5 years since mom and george had to move because of a flood. they had guys come from the prison to help fill sand bags. i think i gave them all a cigarette.
You’ve found the legacy blog. It’s twenty-some years of writing, in roughly the state I left it. Spacer GIFs, old jokes, posts that did not age well; some of it is fine, some of it is a basement. I keep it online because the work was real, and because deleting old posts would feel like editing my own past.
If you’d rather see current writing, the writing page is the right door.
