Christopher Frizzelle

There is plenty of time on the drive from Seattle to Astoria, Oregon, to wonder about how you’re going to die. Will I be standing up when it happens? Will I be outside? Will I be in these clothes? The drive is three hours, give or take. Robert drives us in his truck. He has […]

I live in a town of hecklers, hippies, and tragedians; that is to say, of peace protesters. Despite my rich disdain for our President, and even though it goes against my instincts, I’m perhaps the only person on my block who believes military action in Iraq is justified and necessary. I’m the only one who […]