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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  “Think Men, Think!”
  I was an eleven-year-old in sixth grade All City band. It was two hours each Saturday that the family would not have to listen to me practice my trombone. There is only so much a parent can do to encourage a child. After that, they play a game called, “Hide the Slide.”
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  The Fine Art of Irresponsibility
  Recently my wife has been ailing from sciatica in her left hip. This has been a blessing for me. For the first time in a long time, I am not the biggest pain in her backside.
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  The Osprey
  It was a panoramic view which I am sure most people have never witnessed. The whole of Abbotsford, B.C. and further up the Fraser Valley to Harrison Lake, south to Bellingham, Washington and west to the San Juan Islands. There I sat in the morning sun; the wind was at my back — about 80… Read more: The Osprey
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  The Rushing Mighty Wind
  It was the sound of a rushing mighty wind. “What was that?” I asked my wife Cheryl. “That,” she answered, “was your youth being torn away by a twister and your body being thrown somewhere into old age.”
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  The Pondering Tree
  What if a man died on a cross? What would it matter to me? Maybe not much, people die all the time. Maybe I’d care if I knew him. But what if a man died on a cross What if He did it for me? Gave up His life so mine might be spared. That… Read more: The Pondering Tree
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  Fernando’s Serenade
  In a small cabin at the Fisherman’s Cove Resort on Curlew Lake, eight men prepared for a week of deer hunting on Vulcan Mountain. This was the opening weekend.  This was the final weekend of the World Series and this was the year we witnessed “The Phantom.”
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  Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
  “I once sucked down a whole can of sardines — heads, guts and all, while only taking one breath.” “Ok,’ I said. ‘You’re a liar.” My friend Rex removed a can of sardines from his backpack, peeled back the lid, took one deep breath, and proceeded to slurp down the whole can — head, guts,… Read more: Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire
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  Don’t Call Me Honey!
  It has always been my opinion that too much of a good thing is never advisable. Too many rides on the Zipper at the carnival can make you sick for the rest of the day as will too many hotdogs or pieces of pizza. After four days, relatives staying at my house begin to become… Read more: Don’t Call Me Honey!
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  When Bees Fly Upside Down
  I have special interest in three sciences: Ornithology, because my wife says I am ornery. Ichthyology, because the girls in elementary school constantly said I was icky, and Entomology for my appreciation of honeybees. Not that we have not had our differences; the last time I was stung, my arm pits swelled up like there… Read more: When Bees Fly Upside Down
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  Running With The Stallions
  The slush pump, or more commonly known as the slide trombone. The instrument which has mystified children since the day it was created — “Mommy, where does that tube go when he slides it back and forth. Into his mouth?” The instrument which mystified me for over 50 years — “Cripes, where do I position… Read more: Running With The Stallions

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