Kenny HarrisonDispatches from Fishhawk Lake
I Moved My Cheese
I don’t detest suburbia; instead, I loathe the machinations generated by the general population: noise pollution, the neutering of civility, and behaviors undermining fundamental, human decencies. To save my sanity, I moved my cheese into the woods. Now what?
How I Became a Full-Time Lake Dweller
I’d deliberated on the pros and cons of moving my cheese into the woods, considering the rurality and remoteness of the Birkenfeld-Mist-Jewell communities nestled on the eastern slopes of the Northern Oregon Coastal Range. I decided to move to the lake when an opportunity arose, unexpectedly, to sell my house in the city. The lake presented an ecosystem to facilitate the process I had chosen for healing myself.
I am rated "R" for mature content, moderate profanity, and a total disrespect for political correctness. I’ve been tethering my opined dispatches to a hitching post outside of my cabin, censoring my thoughts, and avoiding being myself because offending people isn’t my...
The road I am on is potholed, it has been since I decided to turn off the highway, abandon my car, and take a route with no name, no reference on a map, no signage that foretells what lies beyond the bends, the dips, the ruts. I haven’t encountered anyone traveling in...
Mother Nature teases me, signaling fall’s approach, Her intentions manifested in the wind, played through rustling leaves losing their glossiness, shards of sunlight piercing the canopies at angles lowered for the autumn dance between Earth and Sun. Shades from Her...