Author Archives: Gavin Stevens

About Gavin Stevens

Humptulips County is the wholly fictional on-line residence of Stephen Ellis, a would-be writer, an avid fan of William Faulkner and his Yoknapatawpha County, and a retired lawyer.

Our Brother, Mike

Posted on April 16, 2019 by Gavin Stevens

We have considered writing this piece every single day since our brother, Michael Donald Ellis, died on January 24, 2019. It wasn’t the dread of a chore which kept us from it; it was the magnitude and complexity of describing … Continue reading →

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Burl Dreams

Posted on August 14, 2018 by Gavin Stevens

Due to a recent stroke, I’ve had to relearn how to sit, stand, and walk.  I have sitting and standing down pat, but staying upright is still a challenge so my walking remains wobbly.  Around the house, I walk without aids of … Continue reading →

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Musings On A Domestic War

Posted on June 23, 2018 by Gavin Stevens

Perhaps it is right or even necessary to forget accidents, and wars are surely accidents to which our species seems prone.  If we could learn from our accidents it might be well to keep the memories alive, but we do not … Continue reading →

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Missing SMB

Posted on June 20, 2018 by Gavin Stevens

First, a confession: I am a book collector and assess bookshops with a jaundiced eye. I’ve been in every variety of bookstore from the well-heeled, inefficiently designed rare book shop that is a book shy designer’s idea of a library, … Continue reading →

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The Accidental President

Posted on March 2, 2018 by Gavin Stevens

In the final analysis, the long term success of all organizations depends upon the quality of its employees and agents and how well they are managed.  This is true whether the organization manufactures the latest and hottest new gadget for … Continue reading →

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It’s Late October And All Is Well

Posted on October 29, 2017 by Gavin Stevens

It’s late October, 2017.  I have nearly completed my seventy-second October, twenty-six of which have been spent here on the Farm amid our fields.  All Octobers are watercolor landscapes, but no two are alike.  As with any watercolor of a similar view painted from a … Continue reading →

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It’s Not My Problem Anymore, It’s Yours

Posted on October 3, 2017 by Gavin Stevens

Dear NRA Members and Sympathizers: If the Las Vegas massacre has a message for you, it’s that the incredible number of dead and injured are your responsibility, not mine.  Be sure to read all of the names of the dead … Continue reading →

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Fairy Tales Can Come True (Even If Only For Awhile)

Posted on October 2, 2017 by Gavin Stevens

Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you If you’re young at heart. Young at Heart, Johnny Richards and Carolyn Leigh Once upon a time, probably in the early 1990s, I walked into a small bookshop in Seattle … Continue reading →

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Lazing About On An August Morning

Posted on August 27, 2017 by Gavin Stevens

I am sitting on our front porch enjoying the quiet of a late August Sunday morning.  I just returned from getting our Sunday papers and stopped here to enjoy the hush I interrupted with uneven steps and the staccato thudding of my cane. A lone single-engine airplane … Continue reading →

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I Never Walk Alone

Posted on July 29, 2017 by Gavin Stevens

I walked to our mailbox and back yesterday twice (two tenths of a mile per trip) – once with my rollator (a walker with wheels) and once with a quad cane (a cane with four prongs).  Other than being tired from exercise … Continue reading →

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