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Pusher Man

Okay, I know this is selfish of me and even puts me in the questionable role of ‘pusher man’ but I want to get my dogs addicted to drugs, specifically the drug with the street name Coffee. Why, you might ask. Why would I want to do this despicable thing?Read More …

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Alien Abduction

Out in the park with the boys this morning, walking on the street rather than the trail because the grass is high and mama deer park their baby deer in the high grass and I didn’t want the boys stumbling across one. Red in tooth and claw and all that.Read More …

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Repurposing Lawyer Jokes

Back in my working days I used to collect lawyer jokes. Seemed an appropriate thing to do as I spent nearly 30 years working around them and developed an intense dislike for 90+% of them. Which isn’t say there weren’t really good ones. I met quite a few during myRead More …

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Lather

The album Crown of Creation by Jefferson Airplane was released in September 1968, a month before my 20th birthday. It wasn’t near as good as Surrealistic Pillow but it had some good songs on it, Lather being one of them (and for the record, I rather liked After Bathing atRead More …

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Been Awhile

So, I’ve decided to resurrect this blog. Not that I expect anyone will read it but having two novels and a book of short stories out there that hardly anyone has read, I’m kind of use to that. It’s been a weird 18 months for me, fraught with many aRead More …

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Sunday Brunch

Impossible things #3: waiting the 6 minutes for the coffee to steep in the French Press first thing in the morning. I don’t have a problem with a California stop. I’m also not averse to slipping slowly through a red light at midnight on a deserted street. Here in theRead More …

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Tangled Up In Red

I was born and raised in Detroit and though I have left it many times, it was always due to an inherent wanderlust and a deep loathing for winter, never about the city itself. This last return to Detroit which, at my advanced age, may well be my last lastRead More …

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Spring

It’s the first day of spring, time for me to reawaken from my winter hiatus. Not that it’s exactly t-shirt and shorts weather just yet. It’s been a brutal winter. Spring is going to take awhile to fully get here. Out with the Big Guy and the Medium Guy thisRead More …

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Envying Bears

About the time the earth slides past the midway point between its closest and furthest distance from the sun, I begin to feel those first vague tendrils of winter’s approach. They’re brief, forgotten in a moment, never completely gone. There are blue skies and sunny days, the weather is stillRead More …

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Slipping into Winter

Took our first dip into Winter yesterday. Rain turned to snow, 40 turned to 30 and kept on turning into the 20s. Trees that had brightly colored leaves yesterday are bare today. There is still a bit of snow on the ground where the sun has yet to shine. TheRead More …

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In Like A Lion

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a place with four distinct seasons. Albuquerque came closest, I guess, with its five minutes of Spring and Fall separating its bitter, mile-high Winter and its blistering, brain-melting Summer. Back in Detroit. Think I’ve mentioned that before. Here there are fourRead More …

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The Silly Season

The silly season, and 2011 as a whole, is finally nearing its end. I have severely neglected this blog over the last few months. Actually, I’ve severely neglected my writing, my TBR pile and interactions with other humans as well. The house and my Detroit adventure have been a timeRead More …

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Never Say Never

The title of this post is a bit of a contradiction, not to mention a bit cliche, but, as far as sound advice goes, it has its salient points. Back in late 81 – or was it early 82? Winter in any event – I packed up the last ofRead More …

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March

March has been a month with a modicum of joy and a month filled to overflowing with sorrow. Blacky Black, one of the Gingersnap family that found their way into my life in Albuquerque and followed me here to this forsaken sandbar between the Gulf and the Atlantic ocean, wentRead More …

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Remembering Richard Brautigan

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. – Richard Brautigan There have been four authors who have influenced my own writing, two in major ways and two in minor ones. In one way or another, these four have shaped my style, my attitude, my very approachRead More …

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