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Je Ne Sais Pas I think of myself as fairly easy going and I've even been told that a time or two. Perhaps you don't quite agree. After all, I am a native New Yorker, although I have lived in the West most of my adult life. I do have a bit of an edge that comes out at times and it tends to stick out more here in California. It is a mild one by New York standards but what I do have is that strong east coast “Yankee” independence. When there is something or a situation I feel strongly about I can react strongly. I also can quickly get stubborn upon being told what to do or how I should behave and I am quick to react. This did not help me during my years in the Air Force and it is often not helpful in my marriage. A s far back as I can remember I have always wanted to make my own decisions and I can be very persistent. I had something like a six year running argument with my father about the color of my dress pants. I'm not sure when it started but I think I

Nyshia: A Few Last Memories Playing with Nyshia at the Selo House E very dog owner has lots of stories about their dog. After my last story I felt the need, at least for myself, to recall a few of mine about Nyshia. I had Nyshia for almost 7 years. I got her when I was a college student at the University of Oregon in Eugene. After graduation we moved down to San Francisco, then later up to Sacramento and then back to the Bay Area, Sunnyvale, and finally the last few months, Los Gatos. She'd seen me through girlfriend breakups and my divorce with Kathy. She had been the constant in my life. Losing a dog is always hard. Heck, I am still getting over losing our dog Fudge but losing Nyshia the way that I did is the worst. While it was a rough ending, I have many fond memories of our time together and I still think of her frequently. So, given my last story ended on such a down note I decided to do one final follow up with some of my memories of Nyshia. N yshia was friendl