Submitted by Mike Medberry on Fri, 07/04/2014 - 10:35
Perhaps more than ever before on this river, where the Boise meets the Snake, wildlife and farmers abound. Snowy Egrets, Great Blue Herons, Red-tailed hawks, Cinnamon Teal and American Coots, Canada Geese and Osprey, black Double-Crested Cormorants, Turkey Vultures, and a pure white Pelican are as common as house flies along the lower Boise River as I begin to hike. Deer, coyotes, and wild turkeys wander through the brush; Monarch, Mourning Cloak, and Tiger Swallowtail butterflies provide elegance to the Cottonwood forest. As I walk to the confluence, a man fishes for bass or catfish.
Submitted by Mike Medberry on Sat, 03/15/2014 - 08:44
I drove into San Francisco a few days after the Supreme Court ruled that married same–sex couples are entitled to equal rights and federal benefits that other married couples received. The following weekend was set for the San Francisco Pride Celebration, which is the biggest gathering in the United States for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people. Unbeknownst by me. It would be a wild party as people lined up by the hundreds or thousands or some ridiculous number to file for a marriage in California.
Submitted by Mike Medberry on Fri, 03/07/2014 - 15:37
The insurance agent whom I talked with at USAA said that the company wouldn’t pay for the damage that I’d incurred on the road by Riggins, so I upgraded my auto insurance and went on driving with two major dents and a slightly dangling headlight. I washed blood off the truck and cleansed my mind with a good dinner in Spokane. The reading that night proved nearly perfect and several people in the audience asked thoughtful questions. Lois at Aunties set me up like the pro she is and several of my long-lost old friends came to the reading.
Submitted by Mike Medberry on Fri, 02/28/2014 - 15:13
When you’ve read the book you’ve written before a group of people, you’ve read it, right? You’ve done your thing. It’s over. Big splash but hardly any ripples flowing out. No magic, no darkness, no joy, no big surprises, right? Well, that ain't been my experience. Here is the first of three of my road trip accounts. Look for them for the next three Fridays.
Submitted by Mike Medberry on Wed, 08/07/2013 - 13:35
A Day in the Slammer in Cascade, Idaho
About the time I was fingerprinted, I realized my jail sentence was for real. Before that moment it just seemed like some kind of lousy practical joke.
“Oh, come on,” I felt like saying, “One day in jail for not having auto insurance? What’s that supposed to prove? Isn’t the $40 fine enough.” But there I stood, transferring ink from a piece of Masonite to a pair of official looking cards and leaving behind my unique smudges.