Tag Archives: Americana

The Rising Sun

On the northwest corner of Shepherd and Moore sits a barnacled cocoon transforming into some new species of working class home for an up and coming young family with scrimped down-payment and heads full of dreams. When I arrived in … Continue reading

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Ballad of a Mean Man

“We are billion year old carbon … and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden.” I try to take my pleasure where I can find it. I find it in the sunsets and lightning storms. In butterflies that … Continue reading

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A Grand Parade

The Kansas City Royals won the World Series for the first time since 1985. There have been longer droughts between titles but that neither alleviated the frustration of the die-hards nor dampened the enthusiasm that funneled twice Kansas City’s population … Continue reading

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As the Leaf Turns

This past weekend was the Blue Springs Fall Fun Fest. Yes, I realize the autumnal equinox is not until Wednesday’s wee hours. It’s close enough for Rock ‘n’ Roll, I guess. Huh. I think I first heard that expression as … Continue reading

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Discounting Friends & Family

Helga called the other day. Helga is the latest in an ever-widening circle of mothers-in-law I have been collecting for the past quarter century. A government bureaucrat I once knew told me there are instruments in the Law establishing legal … Continue reading

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Unafraid of the Ball

Wednesday evening, watching my hometown Kansas City Royals’ road game against Cincinnati, I saw something I had never seen before. In the bottom of the 5th, with bases loaded, Cinci’s Jay Bruce popped up a hit that prompted the umpire … Continue reading

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Leon Trotsky; Doggy Detetctive

It was a dark night … … of my soul, if not behind the cascading crests of cloud-waves in the azure Midwestern sky above Leon’s office in the Old Town section of a nondescript Missouri suburb. Like so many settlements … Continue reading

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