Logs, Logs, Logs on Astoria’s Waterfront
By Morris R. Pike – Walked Astoria’s waterfront again today. Of course Arnie, my alter ego was with me. Can’t seem to shake ..
By Morris R. Pike – Walked Astoria’s waterfront again today. Of course Arnie, my alter ego was with me. Can’t seem to shake ..
Story by Morris R. Pike; Illustrations by Chris Sheets Snap peered back across the river for signs of Chester. The gangly, fearful ..
By Morris R. Pike – Arnie, my alter ego, wanted to show me Leslie Gulch . . . or what was left of the 15-million-year old eruptions ..
By Morris R. Pike; Illustrations by Chris Sheets – Chapter 5 – Helping the Pika – Snap spent the next several ..
By Morris R. Pike – “Hey Arnie,” I said to my alter ego. “It’s time for our walk along the waterfront.” “Let ..
By Morris R. Pike – I talk with Arnie a lot… at least in my head. . . he’s imaginary you know. We argue . . . sometimes ..
By Morris R. Pike My best friend John and I joked about Slake Drives. We shouldn’t have, but we did. He was just too weird . . . had ..