Well, it’s a slow day here at Chez Nous, weekend before Chrismas. Family is here, life is good, so rather than write something new, I thought I’d post a story I wrote a while ago. I got to talking and laughing with my lovely lady today about old Billy Bennett. Billy was a rascal and…

Well, in my first post in a convoluted tale of how I ended up living in an LSD-assisted psychotherapy commune in Hawaii, entitled Another Tale of Derring-Don’t, I forgot to mention what happened in Mexico on our way out of town. So let me back up a bit. David and I had gotten into a…

Well, now that Justice Kavanaugh has endured the attempted suspension of the presumption of innocence, and the passions are dying down, I thought I’d write some more about my crazy life. I made a big swear when I was a young man that if I were given a choice between security and adventure, I’d always…

My first encounter with a bar in Alaska was when I went there in 1965 at age eighteen to make my fortune … riiight. Along the way to not making my fortune in Alaska, I got my first job playing with a bar band. Of course, I was too young to drink and it was…

In my last post, I wrote about the great value I got out of commercial fishing. But that’s only a small part of my oceanic enjoyment. I absolutely love scuba diving in the warm blue tropical waters. In the Solomon Islands where I lived for eight years, the good news is the water is about…

Some time around 1970, I’d fixed up the old Black Panthers van for mobile living. I’d gotten the old Chevrolet panel van for free. The Panthers had abandoned it by the side of the road, likely because it had been involved in something that was somewhat less than legal. When I heard the word through…

When there’s no fog on the coast, from my kitchen window I can see a tiny triangular patch of ocean in the distance. It’s my door to adventure, emblematic of my lifelong affection for, my addiction to, the everlasting sea. I was raised on tales of my great-grandfather, who grew up traveling the world on…

Vancouver is a lovely city, whose denizens have some oddly endearing habits … like planting trees on top of buildings, and letting raccoons wander the paths … It also appears that they have some seriously overweight bicyclists … More to the point, however, there’s a lovely bridge called the “Lion’s Gate Bridge” that connects Vancouver…

Well, the house sitter is sitting our house, the security system is engaged, and Clan Eschenbach (AKA me and the gorgeous ex-fiancee) are on the road. I must confess, I’ve been lax in my writing about it, but I have a rule of thumb about writing, which is: Never start writing until you can’t stand…

Well, I’m tired of writing about important issues. And various people have been asking me to continue writing the bit-by-bit autobiography that I started seven years ago with an episode called “It’s Not About Me“. I published most of the previous autobiographical pieces on Watts Up With That, which is where I publish my scientific…