Grocery shopping is not one of my favorite things to do, but is necessary since the alternative is not pleasant. Usually what prompts me to think about the need to go shopping is when I notice the refrigerator starting to look empty. I prefer shopping at the Thunderbird market in Roseburg early Sunday mornings to avoid the crowds, plus they have a good selection of organic produce. Being a creature of habit I know where things are in this market and make the same old route through the store as quickly as possible before the crowd gathers and avoid the fear of catching the dreaded virus of the day. Most of the customers in the store during this time of day are other old men wandering aimlessly in search of whatever. Within 20 minutes I can get my usual two bags of basic stuff for about $65 and be out the door and feel I have achieved a great task knowing I will survive another week.
A collection of stories from the life of Michael Burke. He worked for the Forest Service in Alaska, California, and Oregon. He lives in Oakland, OR. His wonderful wife, Celia, passed in May of 2021
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LOST IN TILLER
Last night I had a wild dream of being lost in Tiller, Oregon. For those of you that have never been to Tiller, it is a small community ne...
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It is four years today when Celia left this word, something I think about every day. It is not all sorrow as I think back on her humor, w...
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The lights from houses along the freeway were mingled through the trees in rural southern Oregon. It made me wonder what these people did ...
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My old friend Arthritis showed up last weekend and took advantage of my right knee. By Sunday afternoon I was confined to my chair in pain...
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