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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  Balaam– The Prophet for a Profit
  It all started when Moses led the Israelite people out of Egypt. After crossing the Red Sea to flee Pharaoh’s soldiers, they stumbled around in the desert for 40 years.
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  Elwood  Wayson and the Mysteries in the Black Lagoon
  It was not unusual for mysterious events to take place around the Mitchell neighborhood in the 1970s. It appeared, to the untrained eye, to be just another group of normal homes with average families, but this was far from the case.
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  The Big Guy
  This blog post is my Christian perspective. If you are offended by something like this, please feel free to come back when I post the next satire story. I am sitting out on my front porch under the hanging bird feeders which I keep filled for the menagerie of wild birds in my yard. The… Read more: The Big Guy
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  Droning, Another Thing I Am Not Allowed to Do
  When I was born, the doctor lifted me upside down by the ankles and repeatedly slapped me on the bottom. Since that moment I have had an unnatural fear of piñatas.
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  Ricky Dandelion and the Chariot of Fire
  Ricky Dandelion walked through knee-high field grass next to his back field property line. It was mid-July, and the grass stalks were getting close to the electric fence wire. Normally, Ricky and his lovely wife, Venice, would consider it a Saturday date by going out together into the cow field with their matching Stihl-FS131 weed-eaters… Read more: Ricky Dandelion and the Chariot of Fire
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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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