One year into this strange new world…<\/p>\n
I lost $100,000 in income and savings; I found untold riches in human compassion and understanding.<\/p>\n
I lost my old ocean dog; I found two old river dogs; I found the oldest dying dog story of all time. (Hint: The Odyssey<\/i>.)<\/p>\n
I lost freedom of movement, expression and association; I keep finding ways to reinvent them. People have been helping me reinvent them.<\/p>\n
I lost all love for Astoria; I found a new way to perceive it that might change everything. That perception derived from recognizing Astoria as a the final collection point for one of the great abused and cursed watersheds of the world. (Hint: Celilo Falls, fish hatcheries and Hanford.)<\/p>\n
I lost all hope for future professional accomplishment; I found that I would have to redefine it, out of the limelight, where I’ll never venture again.<\/p>\n
I lost my physical fitness; I found it with new, improved strength.<\/p>\n
I lost fear; I found fortitude.<\/p>\n
I lost a facade; I found a foundation.<\/p>\n
I lost my place on people’s lists\u2014crossed off; I found my way on to new lists, penciled down by others. Oh, to be added to new lists(I heartily recommend it), even a list of one! (Good band name; List of One.)<\/p>\n
I lost everything important; I found my previous identification of importance utterly banal.<\/p>\n
I lost sight of myself in the dark after the relegation to The Registry; I found watching The Great Escape<\/i> taught me how to tunnel to light and freedom.<\/p>\n
I lost the feisty younger sister I never had; I found a taciturn shaman for a new brother.<\/p>\n
I lost belief in the definition of the word \u201csalient,\u201d as in salient facts; I found truth whenever I came face-to-face with characters in classic world literature and they were talking to me like Robert De Niro talking to the mirror in Taxi Driver<\/i>. I couldn’t answer.<\/p>\n
I lost my aversion to semi-colons; I found they provide a certain simple eloquence.<\/p>\n
I lost most of my home decor; I found a replacement in beaverwood.<\/p>\n
I lost faith in music; I found records that restored it.<\/p>\n
I lost my theme song; I may have found a new one. (Hint: a minor Stones hit in the 80s.)<\/p>\n
I lost my personal metaphor; I found a new one. (Hint: Jack Kramer Autograph.)<\/p>\n
I lost the interpreter of my aesthetic dreams with her coat of many colors and groovy fonts; I found an old tactile friend\u2014hello cut and paste!<\/p>\n
I lost truck with the notion of second chances; I found it as flimsy a concept as an inflatable outdoor snowman flattened by a Christmas storm.<\/p>\n
I lost all faith in the Bill of Rights; it’s never coming back.<\/p>\n
I lost my idealized version of romantic love; I await finding a new practical one.<\/p>\n
I lost what the Matt Kramer Memorial in Oswald West State Park (pictured here) originally meant to me; I revisited this most sacred spot in Oregon journalism and rediscovered it. (Hint: the word \u201cincisive.\u201d)<\/p>\n
I lost a certain voice as a writer; I found the greatest story of my life, or should I say, it found me. It ran me over.<\/p>\n
I never lost appreciation for the magic of building driftwood forts.<\/p>\n\n
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