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A messy job

“A son’s struggle to free himself from a father’s influence can be a messy job.  He has to push against the father’s authority to come into his own.  The father’s struggle is no less difficult, but his is an internal … Continue reading

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An irresistible morning

My first vantage point of the day is from the end of our front walkway. The neighborhood is still. Looking up, I observe a complete overcast. There is only a mere breath of south wind. 62 degrees, 75% humidity, 30.13 … Continue reading

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Of no consequence whatsoever, but…

Let the record reflect that it was approximately 12 noon Saturday, when I realized the tension was gone. The realization arrived while out with Jeni, nominally to find new lawn chairs for the back garden.  Alongside hundreds of other Memorial … Continue reading

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In her own way, in her own time

We sat together, visiting, most of the weekend work done, enjoying a moment together, to share in each others lives. My sister Marilyn retired some years ago and travels with my brother-in-law as he visits customers in his sales territory, … Continue reading

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The moment

My lifelong friend and fellow car guy stopped by to bring me a copy of Hemmings Sports & Exotic Car magazine.  He brought this specific issue because of the six-page Drive Report on page 18; “1965 Lotus Cortina Mark II; … Continue reading

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Into the unknown

“Did you have any fun this week?” She looked back at me, pausing.  I’m never certain whether the momentary spaces in the course of these conversations are thoughtful and reflective, or if she just didn’t hear me.  Seated five feet … Continue reading

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The Way

Saturday was altogether typical.  Grey, windy, cool.  February.  Jeni put on a pot of her wonderful curry, and another of white Jasmine rice.  When I finished my Saturday work, I brought round the last of the cordword and lit a fire to … Continue reading

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