The Furious Spinner

We're in Medford, Oregon. Yes, indeedy. I won't say anything untoward about the place, but I've never had any desire to spend the night here. At the crack of dawn tomorrow, we'll take the car to Honda service and see if they can fix it. I was talking to Mario's mom tonight about her life, and our little troubles ain't nuthin'. She told me about her mother and siblings escaping their village which was burned to the ground during the war. Her mother was barefoot, climbing over the mountains with an infant. Some mothers left their infants on the mountains, unable to carry them any farther, then continued on. Many years later when she was a teenager, Mario's mother climbed different mountains to escape Yugoslavia and start a new life in Italy. (I'm not using her name because I forgot to ask her tonight.) She ended up in an Italian refugee camp living in a tent of sorts before she went to Canada.

So our little detour to Medford is nothing to whine about. (Although I don't guarantee that I won't whine about it.)

It's almost 8:00 p.m. and I am ready for sleep.

Here are some old and new photos.

Remember the rock that came down and crushed a couple of cars in the Gorge? Here's a photo I took the next day.


Walk down Russell Street through my town and you end up here, on this pier. This was a couple of days ago. It was very, very, very cold.


Here's a view of Hamilton Mountain from near my house. You can see part of the roof of our house, near the church steeple. It was very, very cold.


Here's Mario a few minutes ago. (Yes, those are my horses. Last night I dreamed I had two horses and I couldn't find anyone who could take care of them while I was gone. What can I say?)


Two shot


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