Category: Real and Unreal Adventures
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Passports 9: Guests and Ghosts in an English Hotel
We chose to be guests at the George & Pilgrim Hotel in Glastonbury, England. What we did not choose was that a few other guests were quite dead. Yes, there were a fair number of living travelers that night but occupying the same space and the same time, were the resident ghosts. What else would…
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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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Lord Knows, I Tried
I believe that giving the gift of music to one’s own child is very important. This tendency to pass onto a child is something I got from my mother. When I was about ten years old, she signed me up for private piano lessons from a Miss Shepard, who lived next to the Presbyterian…
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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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The Bubble Man of Montreal
He was a dream-maker, a writer of love letters and a magician in a black frock coat; he played out his act in the square in front of the Basilique of Notre-Dame in Montreal. He was like a pilgrim doing his penance, with the Basilique keeping watch on his movements. The man appeared, without seeming…
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The Man Who Planned His Own Funeral
People plan for births, for retirements, proms, dates, Thanksgiving dinners and Oscar parties. So, it’s only logical that one plans their own funeral. This is not a new idea. The whole point is to take the burden of the eschatological events off the shoulders of those that remain behind. It’s my feeling that those who…
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The Scrabble Game at the End of the World
This title of this post is something of a misnomer. On an oblate spheroid like the earth, there is no “end”. It’s been said that an ant crawling around on a basketball can do so forever…infinity…it’s just stuck on one dimension, but still. Don’t get me wrong, I think the concept of the “end of…
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The Maltese Stylus
I looked out of the port-hole and saw the contrails of 757’s heading east, toward LA or Frisco, most likely. So, good for them, I thought, let them get somewhere fast. Me? I’m happy right here, in the small cabin of a tramp steamer heading straight into Nowheresvilleport. Once I get there, I’m heading for…
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