Observations: Ken Kesey
I heard Kesey read some of his poetry at a Eugene gathering, but members of the English Department of the University of Oregon had no use for Kesey, whom they viewed as a crazy countercultural character.
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On My Plate: Bell peppers encore
When the recipe was finally tried, the relationship of our household with red bell peppers changed forever.
Wild Ones 101: In defense of weeding
“It feels so good to take back a feeling of control.”
Local Legends: A dedicated teacher
“As a testament to his ability and impact on his students, Kramer was named ‘Teacher of the Half-Century’ in 1955.”
On My Plate: Bell peppers
“Whenever I have a batch of these delicious red and green roasted peppers ready at hand, I feel secure, as though my larder were somehow complete.”
My day of almost when
I made the meeting at Stamford. In the middle of this meeting, one of my colleagues said that a plane had just crashed into the WTC. We all shrugged this off as another “scare” that was reminiscent of the bombing attack on the WTC a few years before.
Moving in the right direction
Surprisingly, the moves and my internship with the OFP were defined not by stress, but by an overwhelming amount of kindness from the community.