Author Archives: Brian H. Gill

About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.

Visiting a Power Plant, Learning From My Father

When my father told me he was taking me to see the power plant,1 I was very excited; and looked forward to seeing a plant that somehow produced significant amounts of electricity. As it turned out, the “power plant” was … Continue reading

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Rhubarb and Clematis, or Maybe Honeysuckle

There wasn’t anything special about the back yard at 818. But 818 is the place where I spent the bulk of my childhood, so it’s a place I often go on trips down memory lane. Let’s see, where to start. … Continue reading

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Sewer Repair, and Applying Ethical Principles

Last week I talked about incidents, politics, and the news in my home state, Minnesota. This week I’m talking about a comparatively pleasant matter: sewer repair. Before anything else, though: good news, at least for us. Our household’s sewer connection … Continue reading

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Politics, Poppycock, and a Mess in Minnesota

Minnesota and Minneapolis have been national news for more than a month now. This is my home state. I’m not happy about what’s in the news, and concerned about what’s dropped out of the news. Ignoring the mess isn’t an … Continue reading

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Elgin, Animals, Ethics, and a Decalogue Detail

I don’t know what, if any, name the neighbors had given “LGN”: pronounced “Elgin”. I’m not even sure that the little grey cat belonged to our neighbors at 1010. But she, or possibly he, came from their yard very regularly … Continue reading

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