Today I opened up the envelope containing my insurance premium that arrived in the mail last week and is due in a few days. I was going to write a check and mail it in the envelope provided along with the payment stub. Well, there was no return envelope or payment stub, just a statement with instructions on how to pay online or by phone. I tried both with no success. Online it would not accept my credit card and by phone the automated voice wanted me to repeat everything until I got frustrated and hung up. In the end I wrote a check and mailed to my insurance agent with a note expressing my frustrations and asking them to figure it out.
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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THE NORTH WIND
When the north wind blows in the late spring and early summer it brings hot dry weather. The green grass begins to turn brown and the fire...
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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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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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