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Archive for January, 2010

Friend’s List Surfing

I just caught myself peeking in on people through the lists of friends in comments on some of your sites. I think I can accurately call it friend’s list surfing. I’m like that.
But you know me; I had to do the research. Peeping Tom Law: “(a) Any person who shall peep [...]

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If You Can Imagine

If you can image a very young lad dressed in a Boy Scout uniform ushering drunk men and fancy women to their seats before each New Orleans Saint’s football game forty years ago, you would be imagining me.
In 1971 the Saints drafted Archie Manning who played quarterback ten seasons with the Saints. Archie is the [...]

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Meatflat is Underrated

Welcome back to the kitchen. This is where I do some of my best work.
FYI. The Little Woman left us – me, the cats, the dog, the ducks and the other critters. No sooner do we celebrate our anniversary does she hop on a plane to visit her daddy in Chicago. [...]

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On My Wedding Day

On this day, in that boundary year closing the 20th century and opening the 21st, on that setting down, I reached into a bag of dreams, a broken man, a tired man, a lonely man, I gave my life into God’s hands.  I prayed God would give me a companion, an Eve to help me [...]

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Not Again

I started this year in super shape.
As everyone knows who lives three point eight miles south of the North Pole and two-hundred miles north of the Equator at, in or near the North American Continent, an arctic chill rolled into places like, where I live, and sent nightly temps into the low teens. We [...]

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The Man with Everything – Now

In the biggest way, grande even, I, this man, have everything a man could want. I have an intimate relationship with, as Bossy would say, “Gah.” I have a warm companion. Trust me; this is important to a man who once tried to love ALL the girls. She’s the only. [...]

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Hagar’s Sign

Golly, I never realized, until now, how cursory and depthless I (me, moi) am until I committed to writing a book and in some small effort, can’t make sense for the lives of hand full of characters I created.
I never realized how difficult it is to admit that my colloquial writing has no economy.  The [...]

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