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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  El Chepe
  Highway 99: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the travel trailer Aloha. Its three-week mission: to explore strange new sites of interest between Bellingham and Chihuahua, Mexico while being pulled by a high mileage Oldsmobile sedan. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no Mitchell family has gone… Read more: El Chepe
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  Racquetball- Or How I Became a Human Target
  The difference between the words sweety and sweaty is one small letter, but the consequences of using them wrong is catastrophic. I had just mass-emailed a letter to various members of my church intending to say in one of my statements, “My wife is a sweety.” It was my own fault for not proofreading before… Read more: Racquetball- Or How I Became a Human Target
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  Nancy
  “Mr. Mitchell,” came a soft voice behind me. “What is it Cam,” I whispered. We were in a movie theater. I had taken the middle school boys from the church as a reward for their achievements during the year. Cam was sitting in the theater seat directly behind me.
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  Listeners
  Cheryl and I were sitting in our favorite lounge chairs in the living room. I was busily scanning through Facebook and reading comments on my latest post. Cheryl set her book in her lap and said to me, “I’m making borscht in the crock pot for dinner.”
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  Camp Black Mountain
  He sat silently drifting on the surface of the lake. An ominous presence, scary and possibly deadly. We didn’t know. We stared at him from the shore. He gave the impression that he may be a crocodile waiting to strike. He wore sunglasses, had sunblock smeared heavily on his nose, an Army drill sergeant’s hat… Read more: Camp Black Mountain
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  The 23rd Chromosome
  It came as no surprise to me when I Googled the question, “Which side of the family does the color blindness gene pass,” that the answer was, “The back side.”
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  You Can’t Always Get What You Want
  June 4th, 1988, in the maternity ward at St. Joseph’s Hospital. I can still hear the mocking lyrics from Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones coming through the overhead speakers: “You can’t always get what you want, yeah You can’t always get what you want, yeah, child You can’t always get what you want But… Read more: You Can’t Always Get What You Want
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  From the Other Side of the Fence
  I could see him from a distance. We had known each other for years and though he stops over occasionally, I have never really learned to enjoy his company.
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  MY TEN HOURS IN AN APPLE TREE
  In the early 1980s, I was determined to be an inventor.  This combined with my interest in deer hunting led me to create and patent a hunting tree stand which I called the “Mitchell Limb Stand”. It was a name not unlike the name of my other inventions, since everything was the “Mitchell something.”
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  How to Know if Your Electric Fence is Working
  It started with a cow – as most stories do. I was sitting at the breakfast table eating my daily fried egg and cinnamon roll, when I noticed my Pyramidalis hedge which parallels my west property line shaking violently. What manner of beast is tearing them apart this time, I wondered. The hedge looks the… Read more: How to Know if Your Electric Fence is Working

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