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Now everybody has a camera in their pocket 24/7. But I still like to go places with my big camera strapped around my neck. It protects me from a lot of small talk, which I’m not good at. I can … Continue reading
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She muttered. “Okay.” She sighed. “Okay, I’ll floss my freakin’ teeth.” She left the dentist’s office still muttering. Floss. You’d think it was the second coming the way the dentist talked about it. All that BS about … Continue reading
Nowadays skaters stand on boards. Inline skates have replaced the four-wheel clip-on skates I learned to whiz around on. My neighbor exercises on inline skates. Up one side of the block and down the other. Then do it again. On … Continue reading
The lunch of my childhood was a study in what not to eat. Fried bologna. (Fried in bacon grease left over from breakfast.) White bread slathered with mayonnaise. A huge stack of salt-laden potato chips. A glass of whole milk. … Continue reading
I used to wake up starving when I was a kid. Now I wake up wanting coffee. Okay. Needing coffee. I own up to the addiction. Breakfast can wait. Breakfast is mainly something I eat so the coffee and the … Continue reading
She smiled at the class. “Hallelujah, brethern,” she said. “You just finished a working web site.” A couple of the class members smiled back at her joke. She went on to detail everything they had accomplished in the last few … Continue reading
I remember running. Released and free, running nowhere, simply running because it felt better than anything else. Leaping across the grass, arms raised, voice raised. Reaching the fence and running back where I started, finally ready to stop, to walk, … Continue reading
These two babies were the finest things I had ever seen. Perfect little fingers and toes. Lovely smooth heads smelling of baby shampoo. Tiny pursed mouths eager to bring in life. Innocent. How could I protect that innocence from the … Continue reading
Every once in a while, I hear a piece of music on the radio or somewhere. There will be something about the singer that stops my day and makes me listen – that voice. I had an experience like that … Continue reading