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About journeysofabentmind

Gordon is a Nisei, a second generation American of Japanese descent born in 1938 whose family owned a farm outside of Atwater, California in the San Joaquin Valley. His world was abruptly changed when on December 7, 1941 Japan’s Imperial Navy launched an early morning attack on Pearl Harbor. Thus began a chain of events that resulted in his family’s forced evacuation and internment in a “relocation center” in Colorado during the war. After the war Gordon spent his teenage years in school and working on the family farm. He attended U.C. Berkeley and graduated in 1960 and went on to the Graduate School of Social Welfare at Berkeley earning a Masters in Social Welfare in 1963. He worked in a number of social service settings and last worked as a case manager for developmentally challenged clients in San Mateo, San Francisco, and Marin Counties until he retired in 2000. When his wife Barbara retired in 2007 they moved to Eugene, Oregon following their children and grandchildren. Gordon lives with his wife of 55 years and close to the four grandchildren and life is just good.

The Edge of Darkness: Part II

The evening sky was clear, and the stars began to appear as diamonds in the tiara of the heavens. ShadowFax moved slowly across the hanging bridge over the Rhue Gorge, and as he approached the landing at the southern end, … Continue reading →

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The Edge of Darkness

A strong wind blew down out of the mountain pass from the north, bringing a brisk chill to the morning. A lone figure stood beside a magnificent stallion on the crest of a hill overlooking the lush green valley. He … Continue reading →

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Granddaughter Teiya in a flight of ecstasy…

Granny & I took the four grandchildren on an outing to Bethel Park in NW Eugene where Teiya found a whirling play structure and got lost in the clouds…  

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The Curse of Yho-Hi-Teq: Part V – Epilog

Lightning slashed across the darkened skies, and peals of thunder rolled across the Ottokurss excavation site, echoing off the mountains on the far side of the valley. Huge raindrops pelted the ground, sinking immediately into the thirsty desert sands. Tamil, … Continue reading →

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The Curse of Yho-Hi-Teq: The Final Front Tier

The sun rose amid gathering storm clouds, and the Ottokurss dig team hurried to protect the exposed viewing tables near the grand pyramid. Tori Jessica Powell had set this as the optimum site for displaying artifacts during the process of … Continue reading →

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The Curse of Yho-Hi-Teq: Part III

As lead archeologist and head of the team for the Jherq-Ah-Yem III excavation site, Tori Jessica Powell’s continuing fascination focused on the political significance of the actions of one lowly slave standing in defiance of the ancient and powerful ruler. … Continue reading →

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The Curse of Yho-Hi-Teq: Part II

New Year’s Eve, December 1938. Across the globe there are growing rumors of war. Europe is in unrest, the Mediterranean area, a sea of turmoil. In the wide Ottokurss Valley on the Upper Nile, it is another world, eons away, … Continue reading →

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The Curse of Yho-Hi-Teq

Tori Jessica Powell had fooled them all – she had graduated Phi Beta Kappa from the University of California in Berkeley, the highest ranked in her class. She had earned the begrudging praise and commendations from leading archaeologists around the … Continue reading →

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Two If by Sea…

  Sandi listened to the waves lap the shore as she walked down the beach, the morning sun to her back. Last night had been a little cooler, the harbinger of the coming fall, but it was still warm enough … Continue reading →

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Voter Fraud: 101

Alleged Problem: Large numbers of people showing up at a precinct to vote using someone else’s name. (Not really a problem but for argument’s sake bear with me…) Question: How many such votes would it take to sway an election? … Continue reading →

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