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  • May 13, 2015

    Beaver Lodge Available: No Cable Necessary

      [You have to look close for the small blue-gray dish. Trust me, it’s there.] Beavers, as everyone who has studied their natural history can attest, are amazing in a variety of ways.  The first thing that comes to mind is that they are considered “Natures Engineers” because they have the instinct to secure a…

  • May 8, 2015

    Digging A Grave On A Beautiful Spring Afternoon

    I stood in the soft loam, nine inches below ground level, leaned against my shovel, and thought about death and insects.  This is not a difficult thing to do when you’re helping to dig a grave on a day in May when the gnats and flies are biting ankles and arms.  After all, it is…

  • May 5, 2015

    My Search For The Mythic Buns Of The Woman’s Shoe Salon in Macy’s

    This whole situation started because the front pockets of my jacket zip down instead of up.  This may seem like a small matter but it is not a good thing because it can make it easier to lose such things as Metro Cards, iPhones, keys, hotel key card, reading glasses, sunglasses, pens and notebooks. Things…

  • April 26, 2015

    Playing Scrabble On Facebook With Your Daughter: The Agony And The Ecstasy

    There is on odious, evil and insistent karma that floats and follows me everywhere.  Like gnats on a hot afternoon in the Adirondacks, they follow me about in my own yard to plague my very soul.  Gnats (or is it the equally noxious black flies?) that have been known to drive a tundra dwelling musk ox…

  • April 22, 2015

    The Preference For Fog On The Downtown Bus

    The M1 bus stop where I was standing was on 5th Avenue and 98th Street.  It’s across the avenue from Mount Sinai Hospital.  It wasn’t raining…it was a downpour.  My flimsy $5.99 umbrella protected my head and shoulders but little else.  The front half of each shoe was soaked.  My outside flap of the shoulder…

  • April 15, 2015

    From My Cradle To Her Grave

    The first woman to see me naked is lying six feet down in the silt of the Susquehanna River.  It’s a small cemetery in a small community…not even a town or village…just a cluster of houses several miles down river from the town where I grew up. On the last day of May, I will…

  • April 14, 2015

    “Storytime”

    Wonderful poem!

  • April 9, 2015

    Lone Ranger and Tonto United in California Civil Ceremony

    Media representatives, Native American leaders, cultural historians, gay rights activists and many cowboys rejoiced yesterday afternoon when two long-time partners against crime were united in a civil ceremony on a dude ranch outside Oxnard, California.  The marriage was held in strict privacy with only several hundred invited guests in attendance.  Reporters hiding in the hills…

  • April 1, 2015

    Next Stop: Easy Street

    “Well, this is where I get off, Baby Blue.  I got a cozy little spread about a dozen miles out-of-town.” “This don’t look like no town to me, Buzz.  The flies have taken over the ticket booth in the hole you say is the station.” “I’m not a man for big words, Blue, but I…

  • March 29, 2015

    A Chain Of Events Has No End

    The judge cancelled the restraining order setting into motion a chain of events… I walked into my classroom on a September morning to meet my class for the first time.  I looked around the room of faces, hands holding pencils, open notebooks and staring eyes.  A chain of events was set into motion… One in…

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