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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  Qwerty and the Home Row
  Poof! A chalk eraser ricocheted off the top of my head. Chalk dust settled in a cloud around my desk. “I told you, Mitchell!  I told the class that if I caught anyone looking at their keyboard, I would wing an eraser at them. There you were staring at your fingers.” The rest of the… Read more: Qwerty and the Home Row
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  Sex Ed.
  It was a time in life that every boy either looked forward to or shuddered to think he must be a part of. It was a freshman class in high school that every boy had to participate in to graduate. It was a required class, and girls were not allowed. They called it Boys’ Health… Read more: Sex Ed.
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  Two Speeches That Were Never Given
  “Just another ripple on my lake of irritation,” I can almost hear custodian Luke muttering this as he hiked up the stairs to the third floor at Bellingham High School. For some reason the drinking fountain was plugged.
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  When Santa Refused To Fly
  Ho, Ho, No! You ain’t getting me into that thing! And with that, Santa left his sleigh and drove off in his car. Dad and I stared at each other. “Huh,” he said. “I guess we go with plan B.” It was the yearly tradition of The Santa flights.
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  One Snowy Night at Christmas
  Light snowflakes were falling out of the evening sky as I crunched through the foot-deep snow covering the sidewalk in my hometown. This was something I looked forward to each year; walking the streets of homes in the historic part of town to look at Christmas decorations in their yards and the lights from their… Read more: One Snowy Night at Christmas
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  Catch-22
  My best friend, Chuck, was sitting across from me in a booth at Bunks Drive-in. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was setting. A blonde woman’s wig lay in the center of the table between our two Cokes.
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  The Store Next Door
  Once upon a time, before freeways, and Safeways. Before Thriftways and Haggens, Fred Meyers and Walmarts, when boys wore Brylcreem and girls wore skirts with Bobby socks and saddle shoes, there were neighborhood grocery stores.
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  As I Lay Under the Stars
  As I lay on my back under the stars I wonder, “Is that the Aurora Borealis or is my headache causing my vision to shift?” As I lay on my back under the stars I wonder, “Is that the space station or a really, really, really high jet and if I had a flashlight could… Read more: As I Lay Under the Stars
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  Oh, For the Love of Pat
  You’d have to be in a certain age range to notice: 50 years and older. Any younger and you would never have heard of the man, but it is not uncommon for me to get the same question asked from the 50+ crowd: “Have you ever heard of the humorist, Patrick McManus? You have the… Read more: Oh, For the Love of Pat
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  The Jim Creek Miracle
  Not all stories are embellished for a laugh. Some are 100 percent true. When I think of a US Naval station or base, I think of battleships, destroyers and aircraft carriers moored on long piers. Jeeps shuttle sailors up and down streets lined with large warehouses filled with supplies while tugs escort submarines into the… Read more: The Jim Creek Miracle

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