The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

Sunday, March 29th, 2020 The Butcher’s Bill 10:30 AM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 691,867 Deaths: 32,988 United States Cases: 130,478 Deaths: 2,314 Misleading Stats Most mornings I get up, put on the coffee and look at the numbers.  Nationwide they still go from bad to worse.  I try to take some solace …

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Saturday, March 28th, 2020 The Butcher’s Bill 6:30 PM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 663,037 Deaths: 30,851 United States Cases: 123,498 Deaths: 2,211 With the exception of Bio-Rad most of the businesses in our little town of Hercules exist to support the residents who commute elsewhere. To call Hercules a town is overestimating …

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Oh, a storm is threat’ning My very life today If I don’t get some shelter Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away Friday, March 27th The Butcher’s Bill 11:00 AM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 558,502 Deaths: 22,251 United States Cases: 91,255 Deaths: 1,353 As of today there are 25 states under a statewide …

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A personal journal of life during the time of covid-19 Thursday, March 26th, 2020 The Morning’s Butcher’s Bill (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 492,603 Deaths: 22,184 United States Cases: 66,057 Deaths: 946 The day starts on an inauspicious note. I’m waking up to Nancy Pelosi’s weekly news conference and it’s less than inspiring. On …

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I think there’s some value in putting down our own stories of this unprecedented moment in history, be they narratives, works of fiction, poetry, art, songs or any other record of the experience of 2020.  Years from now, decades from now, historians and students will look for stories, particularly first person, of this singular event.  …

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My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays; they might be life stories or they could be commentaries. They might be a combination of some or all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco; it’s a …

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You passed them by as they left and you looked the other way, awkward, nothing to say.  They were already gone, ghosts who’s memories haunted the productions lines.

In April of 1869 a fire broke out at the 800 foot level of the Yellow Jacket Mine killing at least 35 miners

“You see somebody down on the course and it’s just extremely grounding and scary. That could be you in the next kilometre, the next 500m. It was really scary and intimidating and daunting. I’m just really grateful to have finished standing up.”

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