It was a brave thing to do: renting our house out for a year. We’d heard horror stories from friends about nightmare renters, including one who somehow managed to sell the house out from under the owner. But we lucked…
There’s No Place Like Home
When Kate and I drove through Eugene while on vacation in 1986, we stopped at the Saturday market downtown and were immediately charmed by the laid-back, colorful atmosphere. Racks of bright tie-dyed shirts, long braids and beards, homemade crafts and…