When I was in my last year of teaching junior college—meaning next year I’d be 26 and wouldn’t be drafted—I needed a strategy for getting through that last semester. Three years in the bizarro town 60 miles from the Gulf should have gotten me killed, beaten up, or at least arrested (and then beaten up). [...]
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Part of the old lady’s 32 acres in East Vassalboro, Maine
Flying is a silly way to travel. “Just takes a day to get there,” oh sure. I had to leave my 99-year-old dead aunt’s house in Maine in the wee hours of the morning to catch a 6:00 a.m. flight, so no sleep at all for 24 hours. The next two days back home in [...]
Greetings from Vassalboro, Maine!
The days are passing quickly and are almost gone. To the many ancestral artifacts at my 99-year-old dead aunt’s house, I now add the fully loaded semi-automatic rifle I found two nights ago in a closet, oh yeah: a 1965 Marlin Model 989 .22 caliber carbine with a walnut stock and a seven-round magazine, tucked [...]
Hanging virga makes for gusty winds and chilly air
Yesterday around the time I took this shot, there was a phone call from someone at my brother’s bank in Tucson. He was standing there in front of her, unable to cash the $100 check I’d just sent him so he could get the tire on his motor scooter fixed and drive to the grocery [...]
When does it start feeling good to be the king
They’re all dead now. Bye-bye, gone. My father, his older brother, and finally his sister Mary, 99 years old. She was fond of saying “after my demise,” so there you go: wait long enough, and everything shows up.
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