Posts by Steve

by Steven K. Roberts Port Townsend, Washington October 15, 1986  It has begun at last. The bike sits quietly blinking beside the half-finished wing of a homebuilt aircraft. Batman the Manx sits half-snoozing in the doorway, I’m swilling Millstone coffee from my stainless steel traveling mug, and Maggie’s out there in our hosts’ kitchen, conjuring a…

by Steven K. Roberts Bainbridge Island, Washington October 10, 1986 Seventy-eight hours and counting fast. It’s Friday morning, 3 A.M., and I think I’ve become asynchronous with respect to the rest of the world — working all night and sleeping until the phone rings (as it always does, too early). I’m tired, puzzled over a couple…

by Steven K. Roberts Bainbridge Island, Washington October 3, 1986 I’m into it now. Around me people are planning send-offs, media events, pot-luck parties. New friends, both the sorrow and delight of travel, drop by to play music or swap stories. And this place in the woods, the last for a long time to be so…

by Steven K. Roberts Bainbridge Island, Washington September 25, 1986 I suppose this machine really does look strange to people. I’ve been living with it for so long that I usually see only a list of uncompleted projects ranging from waterproofing to CMOS logic design. But when I ride down the street, people gape, and the…

by Steven K. Roberts Bainbridge Island, Washington September 11, 1986 Hello from Puget Sound! For a place so close to Metropolis, this wooded island is about as calm as can be imagined: the ferry to Seattle may just as well be transoceanic. People around here amble; they move slowly and stop to watch the sunset.…