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“Tell me about yourself.” “Well, I’m a straight arrow, a walk the line kind of guy. I play by the rules. I can do exactly what you want, exactly the way you want it.” “I see. Do you consider yourself … Continue reading
Having a hard day? Go outside. Look at the sky, the clouds. Listen to the birds. Check out the flowers. Breathe. If you can take a walk, do that. The world is there, waiting to remind you that there is … Continue reading
If The Graduate came out today, the advice given to Dustin Hoffman wouldn’t be “plastics” but “solar.” That’s where the economy needs to go, must go, will go. Countries that get there first will be the countries that survive the … Continue reading
I was in a bend in the trail about mid-way through the 10 K course. My job was to hand out orange slices. Behind me a thick stand of trees provided welcome shade. In a quiet moment between runners, I … Continue reading
You realize, don’t you, that in all of nature it’s the male who has to be beautiful in order to earn the attentions of a female? Yeah, I heard that. See, that’s the flaw in human DNA. It’s all messed … Continue reading
The world is going on without us. While we have our eyes on our screens with its outrage or its latest reality show or its current fantasy world full of beautiful people – the world is going on without us. … Continue reading
When I was upset, I always called her first. No matter what the problem was, I knew I would hear, “Want to come over?” come my way. And I did. I would go over to her kitchen where she would … Continue reading
Today I’m planning to visit the ghosts at the Fenton crypt in the old section of the cemetery. I love this group of people. They are still fighting after all these years as specters. Julie is the funniest one. She’s … Continue reading
Every time I call my dad he asks, “Where are you?” I can answer that with a geographic response: “I’m at Starbucks.” Or I can give him a metaphysical answer, one he doesn’t want: “I’m lost in confusion and angry … Continue reading