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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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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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Oh the shame…

It has been persistently and stubbornly moist and cool here, this alleged spring. The one good thing about this weather came last week when, driving home from the job, I noticed wisps emanating from the front of the hood.  Had … Continue reading

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“My habits are depressing”

Jimmy Breslin is said to have said “My habits are depressing”.  So are mine.  Predictable. Even monotonous.  Take mornings, for example; my routine varies little. With the first glimmer of consciousness, I glance at the digital clock on the nightstand.  It … Continue reading

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The clearer path

I met with five of my former coworkers after work a few weeks ago, all refugees from the Fortune 500 where we worked together.  It’s now been more than two years since the sale of that company to the east … Continue reading

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Way Station Books

In the early 80s, I decided to try broadcasting.  Small market radio to be specific, meaning not much money but plenty of opportunity to either screw up without repercussion or, perhaps, to do something worth listening to. My own self … Continue reading

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The quality of something misplaced

I have nothing to complain of, really.  I have everything I value most.  I have Jeni in my life, the only person I ever met who I could not go on without.  Our first day together is still real, still … Continue reading

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