I have coffee most every morning at my “office” - a small table in a 1920s style restaurant and hotel called the Olympic Club in Centralia, Washington. Visitors assume I work there, some think I am the manager. I direct people to the bathrooms - the urinals in this place are a tourist attraction all by themselves. This is where I write. The chaos and atmosphere prep me for the day, and everyone in town knows if you need to talk to me, just drop by the “Oly Club.”
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Most don’t know I have a master’s degree in business, and ran my own technology company for over twenty-five of my last forty working years. I won a national championship on horseback, raced sailboats, wrestled octopus, baby-sat a killer whale, and once was a cook on a salmon purse seiner. I cherish my role as author-in-residence, or that crazy guy at the table by the urinals - it depends on your perspective.