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How I Forgot My Pain While Walking Down Broadway
I took a baby step over the curb and onto the sidewalk. I poked along like an aged dog. Several days after my back surgery…they said: “Get up. Get out. Walk a little. You’ll get stronger.” My back hurt. It was a #7.5 on the Great Medical Scale of 1 to 10. My only thoughts…
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Coal For Christmas: A Holiday Story For You
My father grew up poor. Not the kind of poor where he would walk through ten inches of snow barefoot or go from house to house asking for bread. Just the kind of poor that would keep his father one step ahead of the rent collector. His parents provided the best they could, but, by…
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A Random Meeting On The Famous Steps
I’m in New York City on or about December 6, 2013. We happen to be staying at the Hotel Pennsylvania, located on Seventh Ave. just across from Madison Square Garden. Our hotel is booked solid, so we must move to another place in order to extend our stay for two more days. We go out…
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I’m In Love With Inspector 4
I opened the package several days ago. After giving the contents a quick once-over, I tossed them on the bed of our spare room. The bed held a pile of clothes…it was quite out of control. I glanced at the closet, looking for a coat hanger worthy of my new purchase. I spotted nothing but…
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Look Now, Beauty Can Die in a Moment
And this same flower that smiles today, To-morrow will be dying. –Robert Herrick The end of beauty is strange. The time elapsed can take decades. You look at your wife…you don’t see a sudden change when she turns around to look at you…you don’t even notice the change because it’s slow…too slow for the human…
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How Soon They Forget
There I sit, in the corner of the yard, like a ’51 Chevy that had a broken axle and no one had the $65.00 to repair it. I’ve been dusted off, washed and parked out to dry. The thousands of smashed bug bodies on my forward surface are gone. That’s ok, I don’t like bug…
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Epitaphs: Part V–A Desert Grave
As a rule, this post is about unusual and interesting words, the last words, the final words that are carved onto a headstone. In this case, there are no words. Perhaps there is a name and a date, but the face of the stone was difficult to see. I was held back by a fence.…
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Travels 27.2: We Save the Worst Until the Last
Let me make one thing perfectly clear: I fully intended for Travels 26 to be the Grand Finale, but in the confusion, exhaustion and labor of getting back into our house on Friday night, I had forgotten to add the Vital Statistics that I had spent so much time compiling. When I realized this gross…
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Travels 27.1: Captains Log
There will be a posting after this one goes out. When? I can’t say. But, the next blog Travels 27.2 will be a concise explanation for why 27.1 is necessary. It will reveal in bone-chilling, spine-tingling and shocking details, the series of wrong moves made by me, the so-called Captain, as we arrived at our…
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Travels 27: Falling In Love Again [The Final Installment]
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets, Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. The sky, too, is folding under you And it’s all over now, Baby Blue. –Bob Dylan “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” Carpe R-Pod.…
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