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On a recent visit to the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance, I asked my doctor to give me a probability statement on my chances of survival. The answer came back, “50 percent chance of ……
“Mas cervezas!” I called out, knocking over the half full bottle of beer still in front of me. Beer spilled across the table ……..
In conclusion of my story on alternative energy, I always have wanted to impart the advice I got from a lifelong do-it-yourselfer about harnessing gensets………
What Melvin King gave me in a converted water heater was a cheap and inexpensive way to heat our 800 square feet of living space; cook
Within the first two years of settling on Hemp Hill, I had moved my two plastic 50-gallon water drums up to our sleeping loft. This was the highest
Within the first two years of settling on Hemp Hill, I had moved my two plastic 50-gallon water drums up to our sleeping loft. This was the highest
I have a high pressure 200-foot, 1-inch hose reel within 15 feet of my house. I have two fire extinguishers on every floor of my four-level home………..
The Stupidest Person on Earth, Can …
For those of you who have followed my sojourn from Brazil to a rundown farmhouse in Maryland, thank you for your audience.
I had a great job, but no address. My general orders were to promote public safety and be on hand for cliff or water rescues. I walked all day around Great Falls and on the C & O Towpath.
For a while, I camped out and stayed with friends. The Park Service always is going on about crisp uniforms and I got written up a few times for looking like the homeless bum I was. I needed an address, but I couldn’t reconcile myself to going back to suburbia.
As I got close to finishing the tiny cabin on my sister’s farm near Corvallis, Oregon, family and common law tensions mounted. My sister and the father of her child were on the war path with one another. That path became a turnpike for hard feelings between everyone. Just a couple days after moving from the hayloft to my new little cabin, my sister asked me to leave.
