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Jul.21.2010
When my father was out on the Chesapeake Bay, put-put-putting along through the waves with onomatopoeic joy in his rented row boat, the one powered by a three-dollars-extra, one-horsepower outboard engine, he was truly in his element. He loved the water, and he loved to fish. Consequently, he...
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Jul.21.2010
 Fire, Air, Earth, Water. Elements. Gods. You need go no further than newspaper headlines to see the evidence of their raw power over us. For me, it was reports of a Sumatran village being buried by mud slides triggered by wind-whipped rains and a magnitude 7.6 earthquake in the fall of 2009. More...
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Jul.16.2010
She is the woman Dancing in my dreams, Evanescent, The laughing girl, The keeper of sunlight.   She is the woman Floating over me, Pearlescent, The oyster girl, The succubus in starlight.   She is the woman Of lightning blue eyes, Effervescent, The roaring girl, The blonde in the...
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Jul.15.2010
I am different. People avoid me. Some even panic at the mere mention of my name. Still others just ignore me. I’m a bit argumentative, true. I mean, whenever someone is about to say “however,” I’m right there in front of them. Can’t help myself, really. It’s where I belong. And don’t get me started...
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Jul.14.2010
I’ve seen a lot of strange characters on subways. Whether you’re riding the subway in New York, San Francisco, Washington, Atlanta, London, or Frankfurt, you are going to encounter people who flew by eccentric or crazy long ago. This morning in Atlanta was no exception. I was riding up the long...
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Jul.12.2010
An excerpt from The Diner in Moonlight: The nursing home, a two-story brick building as uninspired in design as a shoebox, reeked of antiseptic, dead flowers, and urine. Its hallways, freshly waxed bowling alleys of speckled gray linoleum, were filled with wheelchairs, gurneys, and the nursing home...
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Jul.07.2010
I’ve spent the past ten days traveling through the Great Smoky Mountains and adjacent tourist traps, including Cherokee, North Carolina, where you can “pan fer gold” and buy a variety of real/faux Cherokee Indian products, and Dollywood, Dolly Parton’s theme park in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, where...
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Jun.23.2010
If you’ve never heard of the term blivit, check out its etymology here. http://www.blivit.net/press.html Suffice to say, that two blivits were dropped on our front sidewalk last night, one of which ripped open, leaving its contents spread over a 20-foot section of the sidewalk. We suspect the...
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Jun.23.2010
I’m taking 10 days off for a family reunion, followed by a July 4th weekend trip with the grandkids to Cherokee, North Carolina, a mountain tourist trap. Speaking of traps, I’ve just posted a short story on my profile page: The Prince of Traps. See you in July!
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Jun.22.2010
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Light streamed down in silent holy chorus, piercing the canopy, slicing through in broad bands and small to illuminate redbud saplings and weed-choked azaleas in the garden. Sometimes, a photograph begs to be taken, and this was just such a case. When I saw the light, I dropped the hose I’d been...
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Jun.18.2010
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When I’m out front watering the garden, passersby greet me with comments like, “what a beautiful garden you have.” I thank them, one and all, but know that the gardener in the family is inside, asleep. My job in this garden is to dig and plant where my sleeping gardener, when wakeful, tells me to...
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Jun.18.2010
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I’m a big fan of the old comedy duo Bob and Ray, and sometimes attempt to copy their style for one reason or another. The bit that follows is actually an homage to some dear friends of mine (one a fellow Red Roomer) who operate a couple of online businesses. One is a wholesale t-shirt operation and...
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Jun.17.2010
Pigeon Clock
It’s taken four years, but I’ve finally finished unpacking from my move from DC to Atlanta. During this time, I was certain that the movers had not only destroyed two of my bicycles (can you say pretzel?), but had stolen one of my prized possessions, my father’s pigeon clock. No, this is not a...
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Jun.17.2010
dear mr cummings   i know you’re as defunct as buff a lo bill and won’t be reading this letter but i have to tell you you’ve had a big influence on my life part i cularly my writing life opening me up to the wonders in puddles teaching me to be wary of ball oon men and revealing to me words within...
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Jun.10.2010
ME: The key to aging well is not dying along the way. DEATH: Oh, bravo, Mr. Quote Machine, but you seem to be off topic. ME: I’m getting to it. DEATH: Well, be quick about it. I don’t have all day, and maybe you don’t either. ME: Really? DEATH: Psych! ME: Oh, I hate when you do that! DEATH: Part...
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