Peace, Love & Poison
Like a lucky horseshoe, The Dalles runs along a bend on the south side of the Columbia River. In the 80’s the sleepy little town had just a few thousand…
Like a lucky horseshoe, The Dalles runs along a bend on the south side of the Columbia River. In the 80’s the sleepy little town had just a few thousand…
Powered by RedCircle Out in the field the big, heavy duty machinery revs up. A lone farmer sits inside the cockpit of this gigantic tractor. A puff of smoke trails…
Powered by RedCircle Movie theaters and bowling alleys were closed Restaurants were offering takeout only. And nightlife was non-existent. The summer of 2020 has been cemented in our minds as…
Powered by RedCircle John HoffmanHadberg Shack on Indian CreekJohn KlingenbergBilly Gohl Imagine a sailor. The year is 1907. He’s just finished up swabbing the deck. You can see him there,…
Powered by RedCircle Karen Bodine never did stray far from home. Even after she was grown and had three children of her own, she wasn’t in a hurry to leave…
Powered by RedCircle Private Samuel Snow At 11 o’clock an Army corporal dropped the needle into the well grooved lines on the record player. Taps played over the loudspeaker across…
Powered by RedCircle It was the summer of love… 1967. Seattle was simultaneously the center of the known universe and on the very edge of something spectacular. Seattle’s own Jimi…
Some children are sensitive. But, I’m not talking about the child that’s quick to tear up or is shy. I’m talking about the empathic child who sees or feels things…
The Evergreen State is known for its rainy days, precipitation that some say never ends. But we like to keep a little secret. Summertime in the Pacific Northwest is something…
He wore mirrored sunglasses. Aviators. With a black suit, a white shirt, a clip-on tie and loafers. It was the day before Thanksgiving in 1971. The mystery man approached a…