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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  The Curious Case of the Crossbones Treasure
  A peanut sat on a railroad track; its heart was all aflutter. Along came a choo-choo train, choo-choo, peanut butter.
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  Three Things I Hate- Starting With Candied Beets
  Number one: Candied Beets. (I told you). Why at Thanksgiving would you serve a dish that looks like cranberry sauce? Why would this dish not be clearly labeled “Beets”? What are you supposed to do with a large mouthful of beets while red juice leaks out of the corners of your mouth, and you are… Read more: Three Things I Hate- Starting With Candied Beets
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  Chiropractic
  “When did you learn Klompendansen?” My wife asked as I came in through the back door after work. “I don’t know Klompendansen,” I snarled. “My back is out of place. Call the chiropractor!” Sheesh, she is a smart alec when I am in pain.
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  Why Are You Different?
  Zechariah 8:23 (ESV): Let us go with you, for we have heard that God is with you. As long as I have known my wife Cheryl, she has had a relationship with her Lord that is firmly grounded. If you know her, you know who she lives for and you know that she is not… Read more: Why Are You Different?
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  Band Geeks
  I really hate to use the term “band geek” but I guess that is exactly what I was. I think the term was conceived by the football players who hung out in the jock hall at high school. They had nothing better to do than to whistle at the girls and polish the pins on… Read more: Band Geeks
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  Fat Dog and the Bear
  Somewhere, deep in the woods of northwest Montana where there were outlaws and no laws, there lived a man named Ardis Staylee. In Ardis’ town a four-way stop meant that whoever got to the intersection second, stopped. Buying license tabs or getting permits was an inconvenience that no one bothered with and those who were… Read more: Fat Dog and the Bear
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  The First Day
  My wife Cheryl walked across the gravel parkway to her school bus which sat parked partially out of the bus garage. It was a new bus to the school and hadn’t made its maiden voyage with students yet. “Morning Sunshine,” called another driver who was walking to her bus. “Here we go again!” All the… Read more: The First Day
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  Ricky Dandelion and the Case of Mistaken Identity
  If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it’s probably a duck. (Origin Unknown) Ricky Dandelion, the man, the myth, and the Whatcom County legend, sat at the kitchen breakfast table busily trying to fill letters into a New York Times crossword puzzle. It was not unusual for… Read more: Ricky Dandelion and the Case of Mistaken Identity
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  Puddin’ Head
  The flying insects were still active as we crouched in the tall grass. A horse fly circled my head and I swatted at it for the 30th time. My best friend, Chuck, was squatting next to me, a piece of field grass hanging from his mouth. We stared at the commissary building, two hundred yards… Read more: Puddin’ Head
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  The Horse Who Thought He Was a Cow
  I never wanted a horse. To the best of my knowledge, my mom, my brother and my sister never made mention of wanting one either, and yet we had a horse. He was an American Pony and his name was Starfire.

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