Robert Gray Price, nephew many times removed from the (some say son of a bitch) Cap’n Robert Gray who named the Columbia River, was my grandfather; a man of stories and wonder who I can never emulate but will always love. It’s been over 15 years since he passed and I still miss the man. The mass of text on these pages are from me, but the few good words you find here are inspired by Bob Price.
This space is an outlet for me, a place where I can capture some of the mildly hysterical as well as the focused energy of writing outside the venue of a notebook or my harddrive. If you stumble across it and enjoy a piece, drop me a comment if you have a moment.
-Kurt Kremer
