On the Way Home…
It was Friday, November 13. 1992 or 1993. I think it was ‘93 but I am terrible with dates. Brule, a small, midwestern style ski resort in the Upper Peninsula…
The Longest Shift
I hate being cold. To even think of this story makes me cold. I hope this story makes you feel cold. Maybe a tingling in your fingertips or your ears…
Tibet
This is not how I normally tell this story. Usually, this story is all about ME and how I was the one who possibly could have died 1,000 feet below…
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This is one of my favorite stories to tell in person. It might not translate perfectly here but I will try my best. High school was a challenge. Actually, more…