Tag Archives: James River

Dancing on the Wind

It was Anna, my first wife, who initiated me into the joy of flying kites. Of course, like probably every middle class boy in America in the 1960s, I had my experiences with those cheap paper kites. You know the … Continue reading

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A Bunch of Stuff That Happened

Tell the tale of all the jobs that you have had, The Oracle commanded. And I balked. β€œYou mean all the jobs I have had since I’ve been an adult?” I asked. β€œAll the jobs since I graduated college?” Tell … Continue reading

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