Mitchell Way

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Crash speaking, aka Marty Mitchell. We are coming in for a landing at Mitchell Way, the home of my misadventures in life and reflections on faith.

Is Mitchell Way a state of mind? A real place? A way of life? Tough to say. You be the judge.

My Most Recent Stories

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  Bango!
  It was a curving section of the county road with a posted speed of 35 mph. Farms and homesteads lined both sides of the road as did overhanging maple and alder trees. “Slow up in the curve. Almost to . . . yep, there he is.”
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  Ravens
  From the top of a tree, we clung to the remaining trunk which we could wrap our hands around. Standing on branches below us which strained under our weight, we looked out over the forest treetops. We were at the same height as the giants. We were one of them.
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  The Man And The Maple
  A man sat alone on the side of a river. Next to a cottage he made himself. And by the shore stood a tall red maple. A tree that the man loved very much.
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  Vaulting
  I am standing out on the Meridian High School infield next to the pole vault pit. It is a multi-school track meet. The weather is absolutely atrocious. Quite possibly, this is the end of the world as we know it. Roars of thunder, flashes of lightning, sheets of rain followed by hail the size of… Read more: Vaulting
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  The Pondering Tree
  What if a man died on a cross? What would it matter to me? Maybe not much, people die all the time. Maybe I’d care if I knew him. But what if a man died on a cross What if He did it for me? Gave up His life so mine might be spared. That… Read more: The Pondering Tree
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  The Wind Beneath My Feet
  From the laundry room came a piercing scream … “My delicate underwear is completely tangled with your Velcro helmet liner! How many times have I told you…”? I tried calming the situation by assuring her, “Don’t worry dear, good commercial grade Velcro is hard to damage.” I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast… Read more: The Wind Beneath My Feet
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  Going Off Half-Cocked
  “Don’t go off half-cocked!” Have you ever wondered what that means? Elwood K was the old man who lived in a small self-made home behind our house when I was growing up. I never had a grandpa after I was four so I adopted him. Everyone knew him as “Swede” which was interesting since the… Read more: Going Off Half-Cocked
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  Captain Crash
  It was a time after the Vietnam War but before Operation Eagle Claw, a failed attempt by Delta Force to end the Iran hostage crisis. The years 1974 through 1978 when the average American thought the wars were over, but wars are never over. It was a time that at an undisclosed, seemingly insignificant spot… Read more: Captain Crash
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  Snow Skiing-In Order of Humiliations
  I was just out in my tool shed looking through some old cottage cheese containers which I use to hold nails, nuts, washers, bolts, and screws etc. I learned of this storage technique from the old man who lived behind me named Swede. He was a course speaking old man with a temper, but I… Read more: Snow Skiing-In Order of Humiliations
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  Beak and Bill
  Beak and Bill sat on the end of a dock at Lake Padden. The morning was cool, and a light fog drifted across the surface of the water. The two met every morning during fishing season and sometimes out of season. It was not only a place to catch fish and banter the latest gossip,… Read more: Beak and Bill

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