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923 oak in the news

By On October 15, 2014

The 923 Oak Project hit the wire in northwest Iowa. A reporter for this weekly newspaper came by to interview me during my visit with Dan and Faye. Driven by equal parts… Read More

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meet faye and dan: 923 oak | iowa (50 years of bliss)

By On June 17, 2014

“Last time I was in San Francisco, gas was $.20 a gallon.” Dan is regaling me with his own “Tales of the City.” After volunteering for the service in the late 1950’s,… Read More

923 Oak Iowa: Sunday night supper | the 923 oak project
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about faye and dan: 923 oak | iowa (faye and the fam)

By On June 2, 2014

“Our most memorable experiences are probably what we had with our kids,” Dan says, as Faye nods in agreement. Faye tells me about taking the boys on Ragbrai, a weeklong bike ride… Read More

dan, iowa | the 923 oak project
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about dan and faye: 923 oak | iowa (dan and the farm)

By On May 20, 2014

“Danny’s dad’s dad was killed by a team of horses,” Faye tells me. That’s Dan’s grandfather. Dan’s grandmother died shortly after giving birth to her eighth child. Then, this heartbreak struck. Dan’s… Read More

almost twilight in iowa #923oak
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about faye and dan: 923 oak | iowa (america, the polka and grumpy old men)

By On May 8, 2014

“All the ladies at coffee thought I was crazy. They couldn’t believe I was doing this.” “This” is talking with me. Faye is bustling around the brightly lit kitchen on this Sunday… Read More

923 oak iowa | the 923 oak project
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about dan and faye: 923 oak | iowa

By On April 4, 2014

“She got me when I was down.” Dan leans over the kitchen table, mischief sparkling in his blue eyes. He and I are sitting at the big oak table on the other… Read More

almost twilight in iowa | the 923 oak project
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introducing 923 oak | iowa

By On March 13, 2014

  I am Waze-ing my way through northwestern Iowa to meet Faye and her family on a sleepy, snowy Sunday. It’s 1:59pm, one minute before our scheduled meeting time, and the female… Read More