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My father would have turned 90 today. Here is one of his jokes, like most of them golf-related: There are these two golfers. They’re on the tee getting ready to hit when one of them spots a funeral procession going by. So he takes off his hat and holds it over his heart. And the other golfer...
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Invisibility helmet missing. If not seen, email albie@gotterdammerung.com
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I was sitting next to my mother at the nursing home today, holding her hand as she went in and out of sleep, and thinking back to the day almost seven years ago when my brother died. Michael was then about the age I am now, and nearly all of his life, he had been bright and strong and healthy and...
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I wrote a story about 35 years ago. The author reminds me of me.
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The Nash Equilibrium of Comedy
I think I need more dimensions...
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My Emmy choices: (Note -  I only voted for shows I've seen -- sorry Downton Abbey)   Outstanding drama series   "Game of Thrones"   Outstanding lead actress in a drama series   Claire Danes, "Homeland"   Julianna Margulies, "The Good Wife"  ...
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Once upon a time there were two trees. ..
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One Ring Lost. If found, notify @SauronSez.  
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On my WriterSeeksReader blog, which mirrors this one,  the second most popular all-time post is: http://redroom.com/member/stephen-evans/blog/i-will-write-no-more-forever My most popular post is: http://redroom.com/member/stephen-evans/blog/naked-lobsters So if I interpret correctly, America's...
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The stars behind the sunsets still are there, Even though we may not be aware.
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Wrote this Prufrockian fragment at Starbucks today: We shall remember you, the world and I, And write your name across the evening sky. The world will write in sunsets, I in stars, The world will write you whole, and I in parts, Because the sky cannot hold all my heart.  
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Silent rushes the swift LordThrough ruined systems still restored,Broad-sowing, bleak and void to bless,Plants with worlds the wilderness,Waters with tears of ancient sorrowApples of Eden ripe to-morrow;House and tenant go to ground,Lost in God, in Godhead found. Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My new glasses keep sliding down my nose.
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Each man has his own vocation. The talent is the call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him. He has faculties silently inviting him thither to endless exertion. He is like a ship in a river; he runs against obstructions on every side but one; on that side all obstruction is...
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I have decided that my memoir needs a better protagonist.
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