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Catch 22
As you may know, in addition to the dog, I have living with me a 22-year-old tabby. I say living with because I’m not naive enough to think Cally belongs to me. If anything the opposite is closer to the truth, after so many years I pretty much just give her what she wants at… Continue reading
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White Doves
Good morrow faithful denizens! Have you ever had your brain get a hold of something a little too strongly? Whether perhaps you’re worried about something, regretting a past action, even as dumb as having a song stuck in your head? It happens to us all. Well, to me anyway. For many years I allowed this… Continue reading
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Mea Culpa
Like the esteemed Peter Benchley before me, I’ve come to regret the disservice I’ve done to the noble shark. His work caused a global explosion of shark killings, mine a minuscule pang of internal regret. Obviously the two are easily comparable. I wrote this just a few moments ago, An Ode To Terror. 1916… Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 