Homeless

While working on my Certificate in Writing from the University of Washington, I had this method of making my way down to Seattle for classes. One of my stops was the parking lot for the University Bookstore. I befriended a homeless guy that would sit by the door into the bookstore. One day, I asked him if he would like to have his family tree done. He was both surprised and flattered and said that he had always wondered if his family could be traced back to the American Revolution. I took out some paper and got the basic information I needed and his cellphone number. I told him I would text him with what I found. After class, I went home and got to work on his family tree. After about twenty minutes I texted him and gave him the great news that I had indeed traced his family tree back to the Revolution. The next week I brought him a printed copy of his family tree. We still keep in contact.

In the Words of Ray Bradbury: Ten Quotes — Plucked Stacks

When I was in high school, I used to keep a tiny notebook with me whenever I was reading a library book so that I could quickly jot down quotes I loved. Ray Bradbury broke me of this habit. I still remember the first time I was introduced to his work—the unsettling short piece “All […]

In the Words of Ray Bradbury: Ten Quotes — Plucked Stacks