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Treated This A’Way

Saturday was moving day. Saturday it snowed. Monday night five tornadoes tore through the metro. Wednesday we were outside in shirtsleeves. But it snowed Saturday. Such is March in Missouri. I had reserved a truck to move my worldlies from … Continue reading

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Smoke & Mirrors

I work construction. I’ve worked construction most of my adult life. My current job involves putting the finishing touches on the newest Big Box in a nearby Missouri suburb. I’ve been on the job two months. I’m a hired gun. … Continue reading

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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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Plucking the Apple

In my earliest memory I am floating above the ground, my arms spread wide, my fingers splayed to grasp a shiny red apple wreathed in lush green leaves clutching gnarly boughs. My face bursts with laughter as I pluck the … Continue reading

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This land is Ixtlan

We walked today to Bunnyfield Plantation, where MacArthur sweeps into 19th Street, cattycorner from the Lutheran church grounds which is mostly a grassy hillside sloping down to a berm where South Street bisects 19th. The roadside there is mostly a … Continue reading

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Han Shoulda Shot First

Is that a light-saber piercing my heart or are you just unhappy to see me? CAUTION: MAY CONTAIN STAR WARS SPOILERS   On Christmas Day I had an extended conversation with my daughter about the new Star Wars film, The … Continue reading

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A Change of the Seasons

Today would have been my father’s 83rd birthday. I always called him on his birthday. Fathers’ Day and his birthday. He called me on mine. Three conversations a year was our quota. Anything over that was gravy. It wasn’t that … Continue reading

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