Monthly Archives: July 2013

The Widow’s House

The Widow next door is gone. To be sure, she was always somewhat reclusive. From the time I first moved into this little house on a side street in the historic Old Town section of this small Midwestern city, I … Continue reading

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How I Learned to Stop Worrying & Love the Fringe

Last night I had my first experience of the Kansas City Fringe Festival. Because I am slightly insane I chose to plunge fully into the event and experience my first Fringe as a volunteer working one of the venues.      … Continue reading

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Opening gambit

I’m mulling around some ideas, some themes that I want to explore. I wrote this, real quickly tonight.  It just touches on the themes.  I’m sure more will follow. I call it: A Gasp from Lazarus You make me want … Continue reading

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Filling His Shoes

I have a pair of boots that belonged to my late grandfather. Grandma offered them to me during a visit I made to her home. If you know me at all you know the esteem in which I held my … Continue reading

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Chatterings

     It was a lazy Midwestern July afternoon. The heat had not yet become oppressive. I had recently refilled the bird-feeder, so daring warblers came to sample the seed despite my own presence on the patio.      There is a … Continue reading

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Gollywhop! Story Start!

Those of you who are old enough to remember (read ancient1) will remember the United States’ Bicentennial celebration in 1976. It was a pretty big deal. We had come a long way since the exceptionalism which Alexis de Tocqueville cited … Continue reading

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Notes from Chikika State Park

The Gypsy and I hit Miami Friday afternoon and went straight for the Beach (a separate city). We bought a newspaper to find out where in Hell the Dead were playing. Then we found a Miami Beach cop and asked … Continue reading

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