Category: Blog
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Text Messages
These are the text messages that I received from my wife Rachelle the other day: ********************************* Rachelle: I already got Jones the Ghostbuster car for Christmas, so I’m not sure we need that. Rachelle: Oh. Rachelle: I didn’t realize it was for you. Rachelle: I’m pretty sure they don’t make Big Jim and his Sports…
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Jones
There is a narrow alley between our home and the one beside us. One person can walk through it, but two people side by side cannot. This little passageway is cluttered by fire escapes, locked bicycles, as well as garbage and recycling bins. It’s not unusual to see a man, some shaggy creature forced to…
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A Dream
The Dream: Malcom Constance, age 36: In the dream I was sitting at my local bar having a drink. The door opened and a man came into the place, and as he walked in everything morphed into slow motion and music began to play. Like in a Quentin Tarantino film. The Wu-Tang Clan, Curtis Mayfield,…
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Woody Fryman
Woodie “The Fleming Flame” Fryman Montreal Expos Pitcher 1975-76, 1978-1983 After his playing days, Fryman retired to his tobacco farm in Kentucky. He considered himself a tobacco farmer first and a ballplayer second. “Farming is all I ever wanted to do,” Fryman said. “There wasn’t great money in the game when I started. I can…
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Jones
It is snowing and the world is different upon us. “It doesn’t make any sound,” Jones says to me, “not like rain.” How strange the world and its revelations. I think about trying to tell him water is many things. How depending on what it is responding to, it can be rain, snow, steam or…
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Jones Fire
I try to imagine what Jones will remember of me. Sometimes, I wish I could construct his memories. The three of us are out in the woods. A perfect autumn day. Jones is beaming, amazed by everything, and Rachelle is the light that made him, brought all this into being, and I know that sounds…
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Heidi Blog
Today I have given the Blog over to Heidi, our Miniature Dachshund ************************************ Heidi pretty old dog now. No longer run fastest in pack. No longer hear when hot dog fall in night. No longer smell fresh licorice opened three blocks away. Sometimes Heidi miss who she used to be. Sometimes Heidi even miss who…
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Cobra Strike Dream
The Dream As told by Hillard Graves, 38: As a boy I had a recurring dream. I had the ability to fly, but if I went too high I would lose control and some force would pull me ever upwards into the stars and deep space. It was like my soul was being lifted from…
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Jones Rising
Jones smiles when I wake him up this morning. He seems cloud happy, like he’s still inhabiting the thin place between realms and is just now returning to this world and its ways. I ask him how he is. He blinks his eyes and then focuses them, as if reorienting himself to his mortal body.…