I have a bona fide Podunk moment to share: Her Royal Highness is now a high school graduate. Iron Chef and I could not be more proud of this little she-devil valedictorian. Our Podunk family came to town, and we all cozied up on the Podunk High School bleachers for a cramped, but meaningful graduation […]
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When Her Royal Highness and Odd Number were wee babes, I operated under the assumption that if baby formula touched their infant lips, ruin would fall upon our household. The fears were multi-faceted and ranged from worries that baby formula would cause low IQs, delayed potty training, and/or severe psychological trauma. I just made the […]
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Her Royal Highness turns 18 today. As is often the case, she figured out the gravity of the situation far before I did. “I can be tried as an adult now,” she reported. Indeed. In a non-presidential election year, this might be as good as it gets. Legalize HRH! And if you do go to […]
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The absolute best thing about living in Podunk is our proximity to wilderness whitewater. The Podunks recently joined up with my Sidekick Lucy’s family for a 5-day adventure. I like a lot of things about being on the Main Salmon River — time with friends and family, the rapids, the food, the scenery, the crazy […]
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Any of Podunk’s shortcomings can be overlooked for its drop dead beautiful and panoramic views and endless outdoor recreation opportunities. If Yvon Chouinard hadn’t visited South America first, Patagonia would most likely have been named Podunk. You’d be referring to your favorite nanopuff as podunkgucci, and so on. Kids here are out-of-this-world lucky. My sidekick […]
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Podunk is the home of some damned expensive gasoline. Hovering close to $4/gallon, we’re a good 50 cents higher than the next closest city of any size, by which I mean Omaha, Nebraska. But it’s not high enough. A few months ago, I wrote about Her Royal Highness’ desire at age 15 to take driver’s […]
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It’s T-shirt weather in Salmon, and I thought that was a good thing. But when I was driving around with our 12-year-old son, the Odd Number (this doesn’t reflect on the kid’s actual strangeness but more his fascination, some would say obsession, with odd numbers, in particular 1,3, and 7), I found out that springtime […]
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Podunk Meets Paradise 