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The Zen Center of Denver at dawn. Tweet

Corporal Scott E. Murphy of the Denver Police Department fills out a report this morning in our apartment. I was robbed today. It was a simple little heist at Paris on the Platte, up till now my favorite spot for … Continue reading →

I had lunch today at India House with Joel, an enlightened blogger pal from the Zen Center of Denver. It was an odd and pleasant intersection of virtual and “real” life, because he and I read each other’s blogs regularly, … Continue reading →

By the Big Thompson River in Estes Park, Colorado, we spent last night in the Spruce Lake RV Park with Tom and Tish, our friends from Casper, Wyoming. Today is their sixth anniversary, and, as is their tradition, they held … Continue reading →

Claire takes Fifi for a run around a brilliant flower garden at Alamo Placita Park in Denver a couple of days ago. Tweet

The Denver Diagnostic and Reception Center (DRDC) sounds like a wholeness and hospitality spa, but it’s actually a state prison off Havana Street. It’s where I help lead AA meetings for inmates twice a month when I’m in town. Last … Continue reading →

Kes Woodward rolls up his portrait of me Tuesday morning prior to my carrying it very carefully home in a FedEx tube from La Conner. The painting is now at the framer’s, and by the end of next week will … Continue reading →

Kes, Missy, Eli and I were sitting out by the rock cliff next to their home yesterday evening when a bat swirled slowly around the big shade umbrella and then vaguely drifted toward the house. The front door was open. … Continue reading →

This was the view yesterday evening from the home of Kes Woodward, my friend who is hosting a meeting of the WESTAF executive committee here in La Conner, Washington. Kes and his wife Missy and later their son Eli moved … Continue reading →

Claire took her first ride in the Segway knapsack yesterday afternoon in Denver. She enjoyed the view but preferred to romp on the carpet of thick grass in Skyline Park, a block and a half from home. She made the … Continue reading →