Category: Fictional Personal History
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The Magic Sheep Of Gloucestershire
I was turned into a sheep on May 26th, but I got better and I’m a much better person because of the experience. England, it’s been said, is a magical country and now I can attest to that being a reality. It all started when my wife and I decided to challenge ourselves to taking…
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Oxford Of My Dreams
I was drifting off to sleep. My dreams began. I felt disoriented. Where was I? I was in Oxford, England to accept an award for “Best Blogger in the World.” I was waiting in a room in one of the 38 colleges that make up the University. I had walked here from the hotel, but…
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The Digital Indoor-Outdoor Thermometer From Area 51
It’s common knowledge that various agencies under the umbrella of the “Federal Government” have been conducting TOP SECRET experiments in highly secure location inside an Air Force Base in California (or Nevada or some such forgotten region of the Great American Desert). This place has been known by many “in the know” people as “Area…
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Floccinaucinihilipilification Or Not
On a day last week when the sky took on a strange hue of Cerulean Frost mixed with patches of Brandeis Blue that hung, ever so delicately, over hills of Bulgarian Rose and Caput Mortuum, I happened to be having a chat with my octogenarian friend…a retired oceanographer. “I am full of vicissitudes today,” she…
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Waiting For All Hallow’s Eve IV: “Do Ghosts Dream in Black and White?”
I broke away from the other kayakers. They were intent on finding a trail that was obscured and hidden in a small cove. It was supposed to begin on a tiny stretch of sand and among the blueberry bushes. It led to a small body of water called Loon Pond (some called it Lost Pond).…
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The Fortune Teller on the Wall
Her eyes do not see my face, my grey beard, my grey hair or my imperfect eyesight. No, but she can see my very soul. She can speak to me without moving her porcelain lips. I feel that she can see my past and my future. Will she tell me why my heart…
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My Right Chest, My Ringtone and a Cemetery
Just this afternoon, I found myself in a cemetery. For those who are keen on details, it was Saint Alphonsus Cemetery in Tupper Lake, NY. The skies were blue with patchy cumulus clouds; a departure from the thunderstorms we’ve been experiencing. I love to stroll in cemeteries. Usually, they are quiet places excellent for the…
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The Garden of Earthly Deletes
Her email: I’m sorry about what happened. Will you forgive me? Can you forgive me? Will you let me come back? My response: No, after what u said before. If that’s the way u want things to be then don’t come home..stay with u r mom!! Her email: Please let’s try to work things out.…
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I Was a Teenage Blogger
The road to perdition is paved with little things. My own dark and tragic personal story begins with little pieces of paper. Not small bits the size of confetti that are thrown out of windows on lower Broadway during “ticker-tape” parades. No, larger slips white or yellow ripped from notebooks, steno pads and the…
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A Brief History of Chains and Chainmaking
I am holding a very special letter in my hand right now. But, first… Whether we realize it or not, chains play a very important part in our lives. Indeed, chains have, throughout history, helped to hold the very fabric of our changing civilization together. For example, I was astounded to learn that the metal…
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