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Sep.25.2011
The Rolling Stoned e-Zine
What’s the worst thing about political jokes?
Sometimes they get elected.
I’ve collected jokes for 40 years. As a waiter and bartender the latest jokes: good,
bad, racist, sexist, gross and stupid have been told in the bars and restaurants I’ve worked. It became obvious to me early on that jokes are:
Serious
A way to deal with taboo subjects
A...
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Article
Sep.21.2011
Trail Runner Magazine
The marathon, it has been said, is a lesson in humility. The first marathoner, Phiddipides, dropped stone dead after running to Athens from the plain of Marathon to report the defeat of the Persian fleet.
Humiliation and/or death are not the results we are after here...
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Sep.18.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 19
SHOWDOWN
The airbags that saved Bud also pummeled him.
His right arm, which had been resting on the steering wheel, hit him across the throat. The side-curtain bag had certainly saved him from serious head trauma but had exploded in his left ear and he was stung and numb on that side. The tinkling glass gave way to the sound of ticking...
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Sep.18.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 17
CONDOLENCES
Julie thinks you have a drinking problem,” said Helena.
“She’s a sweet kid who’s looking at the whole world through rehab lenses,” said Bud as he turned off River Road and into the Green Frog Café’s non-parking lot. “When she falls in love the world will be sweetness and poetry and when he breaks her heart it’ll be poison and...
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Sep.16.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 15
NAILED
George Petrakis worked hard. Since he’d been hired as Altair’s bodyguard he worked 18 hours a day, six days a week, with Sundays off. Of course three hours a day, again six days a week, was time spent in the local gym lifting-squatting-chinning-dipping-running-and-grunting. It was essential to a bodyguard’s effectiveness that he...
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Sep.15.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 13
NIGHT SUMMIT
While waiting for the nine o’clock Sunday night Summit at Journeys to begin Bud had an informative and amiable chat with Julie. She explained about the $45,000 deposit the seven “residents” of Journeys had to ante up. Julie also identified the seven men as they, singly and in three pairs, entered the meeting. Bud thanked her...
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Sep.14.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 11
POSHLOST
Bud landed in Indianapolis and rented another Ford for his 77 mile drive southwest to Terre Haute. Corn stubble, like a yellow-brown ocean, covered fields on both sides of I-70. The vista broken only by the occasional barn and off-ramp, Bud rolled into the outskirts of Terre Haute shortly after 2:00 pm and pulled into the...
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Sep.13.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 9
EXES
Altair arrived at The Green Frog Café just as the last diners had been served their entrees. He caused a minor stir: the dining room became hushed as Green Frog patrons whispered and pointed at the local author who had recently been seen on Letterman, The View, and Good Morning America. He sat at the wine bar and ordered a glass of...
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Sep.13.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 7
THE GREEN FROG CAFÉ
Bud had been awakened at 10:07 by the sound of branches scraping the bedroom window: much too late to open the Dew Drop by 10:30, but he’d get there when he got there. He pulled the shade and opened the window to a profusion of rose tendrils, blossoms, buds, and thorns. Years ago Anna had planted a climbing rose on...
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Sep.11.2011
Tantric Zoo, Published by Bubba Caxton Books a Division of Foul Mouthed Bard Press
Chapter 4
THE DEW DROP INN
Bud glanced up at the bar’s t.v. and wiped a table with a rag. The Dew Drop Inn had been packed; too busy for Bud to watch any of the Thursday night football game between USC and Oregon State. And he’d been distracted all night. Not by the day’s most significant event, the discovery of a skeleton just six miles south, nor...
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About Rob
Winner of the 2002 New Mystery Award for High Steaks
23 books in print.
200+ articles published in national magazines.
8 children and 12 grandchildren.
Avid runner, lives happily and quietly with wife Penny in Windsor, CA
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