Beware the Jabberwock

Way, way back in 1968, I suddenly found myself in a hospital bed.

I was 7 years old, and my tonsils had to come out — right now. It was an emergency.

I was forced to put on a smock that tied in the back. The room was cold, and I could hear the hospital P.A. echoing outside my room.

“Dr. Stern, calling Dr. Stern….”

After a while, my parents left me in the care of a nurse. Then she Read More

Chester Allen

Chester Allen - SCM Executive Editor

Chester came to SCM after 17 years as a reporter, editor and columnist at several newspapers in Washington and Oregon. He is a graduate of the University of Oregon School of Journalism and Communication. His earliest memories include sitting in the family’s Chrysler convertible and draining the battery while repeatedly pushing the button to raise and lower the top. An avid fly angler, he wrote outdoor columns for The Olympian newspaper for seven years, and he is completing a book about flyfishing for sea-run cutthroat trout. At the green age of 22, he drove his employer’s 1973 Ferrari 246 Dino from San Diego to Malibu. It was a long, nerve-wracking drive, but there was a golden moment when a beautiful woman handed him a slip of paper at a Pacific Coast Highway stoplight. He never made the call, but it’s something to think about on long drives.

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