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Jun.25.2012
June 25
ALONE IN A NEW WAY
I am restored. I have my sanity like a spring coat. I am not sure I need it but it’s nice to have nevertheless. I prayed for this state of reason believing it would give me entry to a world where I was a late arrival. ...
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Apr.14.2012
April 14
THE PLAYGROUND
Getting my ass kicked in the playground of my mind was once a daily event. Now, it is a far off memory. I absent myself from the jungle gym the same way I absent myself from bars---places set with traps and schemes I am...
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Apr.08.2012
It has been over ten years since I have fished trout here in the state where I grew up. This is a therapy I patiently await. This coming Saturday, April 14th, is the first day of trout season here in Verrmont and with the reduced winter snows, the early warming of the lakes...
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Mar.05.2012
March 5
AND I BELIEVE YOU
“This will be easy,” says my sponsor.
“Oh, yes. Simplicity itself. I’m sure,” I respond. “I’ve participated in these plans before.”
“We get good results,” she retorts.
“I love how you pick goals, which are intellectual...
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Oct.13.2011
October 13
Alarm
I have lived life like one long fire drill. Is there smoke? Not always, but I fear flames. The alarm in my head is with me always and I walk from my life single file and silent. I don’t move on, this is only a drill, ‘I...
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Apr.15.2011
He was halfway through his fourth pint when the room filled with coppers. It was as if these “undercover” cops had mushroomed up out of the carpet’s filth. Masters of camouflage that they were, they had disguised themselves by removing their uniform jackets and helmets and donning identical dark...
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Oct.17.2010
October 17
Bowman Beach
The swirl with the flash of teeth that I backed away from turned out to be dolphin, but that didn’t make me safer, strangers are strangers no matter who their PR team is. When I am out of my element fear grows long leads and I am bound by...
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Aug.26.2010
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A few weeks ago I was walking the harbour front. There is a new boardwalk from last year which juts the furthest into the water. A couple of piers go farther, but this boardwalk puts you out there. Near one end...
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Aug.03.2010
My earliest memory is a fish story, and as it is part of my next memoir, I’ll just hint at it here:
When Daddy went off to the war in Ohio and Mommy took over his job at the post office, my grandma drew the short straw. Left at home with a three-year-old to entertain, she had to be resourceful....
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