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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  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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  The Flying Golf Cart
  In my young years, life was all about flying and before Bellingham airport became a fenced business park which happens to have a runway, it was a young boy’s dream. It was a place where you could ride your bike right up to a parked airplane and press your nose into the window. The smell… Read more: The Flying Golf Cart
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  Hunting With Sturgis
  It started as any of our other hunting trips — with high hopes and low expectations.  Sturgis Fenton and I were going to spend three days hunting the hills of northeast Washington.
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  Ricky Dandelion and the Perils of 5th Wheeling
  Ricky Dandelion, Whatcom County’s foremost authority on guaranteed bad luck in farming, fishing, and camping, had just caught a break. A distant relative had passed away and left Ricky a 5th wheel pop-out trailer. This was indeed an upgrade from his converted school bus camper. Both Ricky and his wife, Venice, were giddy with excitement… Read more: Ricky Dandelion and the Perils of 5th Wheeling
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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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