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About Me
- Joe Cottonwood
- La Honda, California, United States
- I was born in 1947, bent my first nail in 1952, and wrote my first story in 1956. I've been a writer and a carpenter ever since.
What is 365 Jobs?
365 Jobs is a parallel blog without the announcements of upcoming events, book reviews, podcast tales, and miscellaneous rants that sometimes appear in the ClearHeart blog.
About Clear Heart:
A love story for men. It's about nail guns, wet concrete, strong women.
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Tuesday, January 12, 1982 It's called a scooter board ramp. I built my first one on this day, 29 years ago. I've had to repair... -
Sherrie Stanley builds patio furniture in her yard near Sacramento. Every once in a while, she loads a pile of it in the back of her picku... -
September 2001 to March 2002 Mordecai told me about some famous skateboarding movie (which I’d never heard of) that showed footage of him. ...
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In preparing my profile of James Adams , James mentioned that he was trying to follow in the path of George Nakashima. Naturally,... -
My question about the use of motor oil as a wood preservative has been answered by the honorable Stephen A. Shepherd , who is a walking enc... -
We need more nuts in this world. I say that because anybody who would put this much time, love, and work into building such an amazing tool... -
I love this story: a handyman installed a water heater, didn't get paid by the landlord, then repossessed the heater. The son of a ten...
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August 1986 Playing With Dolls Lisa is a realtor. She's dark, intense. When I meet Lisa at the house, the new owners have changed th...
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Wednesday, November 23, 1994 He's wearing a pinstriped suit, slightly frayed. The necktie is narrower than the fashion these days. ... -
Friday, April, 2013 Back Yard, Seven Months You clutch grass. Dandelion seeds stick in the slick of your face. A ladybug, so bright, cros...
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You've done here what I have always tried to do! This is just as beautiful as I imagined my failures could be!
ReplyDeleteJust lucky. Caught the right moment. Glad you like it.
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