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Oct.11.2010
Santa Barbara paragliders
The sun is warm on your face and you're holding your arms up high, grinning into the freshening breeze, squinting at the bright sea stretching out beyond the palisades. You feel so at one with the universe that you think you might be able to fly. You take one last gulping breath and run down the...
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Oct.07.2010
Even though they came to the same spot every day, going the last fifty feet into the park always amounted to a contest of strength as the dog strained against the leash with the urgency of an explorer in a new world. He sniffed the familiar ground indignantly and crouched stiff-legged and trembling...
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Sep.15.2010
With Nick in Prague
The Dad App   My eighteen-year-old son Nicholas was walking through the house with a smart phone that was saying “Droid…Droid…Droid…” in an synthesized electronic voice that would have made George Lucas smile (“Roger Roger”). What’s that? I said. He looked up and grinned and said he’d found an...
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