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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  Inner Tube Rolling
  Inner tube rolling The act of wedging oneself in the inside diameter of a tractor inner tube and vertically rolling. Although I had proven the idea ineffective for long distance travel, I was curious if it could become a competitive competition.
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  Garage Rodeo
  “Dave! Did you hear that? Can you feel the earth shaking?” “It sounds like a spooked, slobbering horse,” Dave remarked nervously as he looked around the edge of the building we were standing next to. “Cripes! It’s getting louder. It’s coming this way!”
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  Through It All- the Sonrise Years
  In 1973, while I was at Northwest Nazarene college in Nampa, Idaho, I had an opportunity to attend a concert which changed my impression of Christian music forever.
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  Babies
  You know, a lot of young newlywed guys come up to me and say, “Hey Mard, you’re incredibly old and wise. (They got it half right) Can you give us your observations on having babies?”
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  The Thing About Elevators
  “Hey kid.” “Me?” “Yeah you. Come here!” It was my first day as a Freshman at Bellingham High School. I was in much fear and dread of being in a new school and having no idea where I was, I stumbled into the Senior Hall. The guy who was calling out to me looked like… Read more: The Thing About Elevators
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  Past Tents
  It was dark and I had just returned from a long soak in the campground hot tub. The park that weekend was packed with campers and our tent was one of many in the overflow field. Cheryl was sitting by the fire reading as I walked by and grabbed the lantern.
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  Raccoons and the Alpha Male
  My schedule is always the same on a working morning: up at four and out the door at four thirty. Every morning as I step outside, the motion sensor light comes on shining directly into the bedroom window of Leo, the farmer who lives next door. Leo is the protector of the neighborhood and every… Read more: Raccoons and the Alpha Male
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  There’s a Dust Storm on the Horizon
  “He was buck-rut loco; I tell you Don! Buck-rut loco! And he ruined everything too!” I was speaking to one of my friends from the class of 73 who lived across the street. We were both 18 at the time. The conversation centered around his younger brother, Stanley.
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  The Importance of Impeccable Timing
  Football is won based on perfectly timed, high-speed plays. If everyone does their job effectively and is in the correct spot or reaches for the ball at the exact planned second, the play will be made. Anything less than perfect results in failure or a play made on luck. The same holds true for all… Read more: The Importance of Impeccable Timing
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  The Scar
  “On December 29th, 1973, I took my girlfriend along with 15 kids from two church youth groups to the Mt. Baker Ski Area for a day of inner tube sliding in the snow. After lunch I took the group to a hill outside of the ski area. It was a hill which we had nicknamed… Read more: The Scar

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