By Dan Haag I wasn’t a very bright teenager. I’m not talking about academics, just common sense. Basically I would eat, jump off of, or light fire to anything anyone dared me…
Category: Guest Column
The Littoral Life: It’s a small world after all
By Dan Haag One of the best things about my job at the Manzanita Visitors Center are the people I get to interact with from around the country and all points of…
The Littoral Life: A Light in the Darkness
By Dan Haag I often wonder – as most full-time Oregon Coast residents do – about the strange behavior of some of our inland visitors: their odd interpretations of traffic signs, their…
The Littoral Life: Thoughts and Prayers
By Dan Haag I admit to being somewhat of a cynic. I need tangible proof that I can see and touch before I believe most things. Taking things on faith is not…
The Littoral Life: Almost Famous
By Dan Haag As you read this, the cast and crew of the ABC pilot “Staties” has descended on my beloved Manzanita. Opinions vary on whether or not this is a good…
The Littoral Life: Perchance to Dream
By Dan Haag Recently, I had a bad day at work. Everything I did failed miserably. Feelings were hurt, promises were broken, milk was spilled and cried over. I left the office…
The Littoral Life: The Boy Who Cried Shark
By Dan Haag I have an irrational fear of sharks and I try to keep it in check by not going into water much deeper than my ankles. Occasionally, however, the fear…
The Littoral Life: Thank You For The Music
By Dan Haag I attended the recent Quarterflash show at North County Recreation District in Nehalem and came away energized, the feeling you can only get by seeing a great live band….
The Littoral Life: Learning to Apply Myself
By Dan Haag My high school guidance counselor said that the key to gainful employment was filling out as many job applications as possible, treating it as exploration. Theoretically, I would have…
The Littoral Life: Service, please
By Dan Haag During my freshman year of high school, my theology teacher was a decidedly “unpriest-like” priest named Brother John. He always wore jeans and a ratty sweater that did its…
