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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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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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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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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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No Cat, No Cradle

I am going Home to say goodbye to my father. Whatever Home is. When I was growing up Home was always southeast Kansas. Cherokee county. Riverton. A brick rancher which my grandfather built with his own hands which was not—Mother … Continue reading

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The Meandering Musings of an Absentee Father

This essay is a reprise from another blog I had a couple years ago.It seemed appropriate, today.(Photo courtesy of my dear friend, Lance Apple, the very present father of two fine young men.) I come from a legacy of absentee … Continue reading

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Puppy-Dog Tails

The little blond boy looked to be five years old. Perhaps a big four. He was dressed in a little boy’s winter parka that bulked him up to look as big around as he was tall. He stood on the … Continue reading

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