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All Those Stars
There I was, a long way from home, Louisiana boy trying to do some antique business with a dealer from Kansas. A plastic milk crate filled with many objects and I say, “How much
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The Ceremony Of Coffee
Her husband brought her coffee every morning. Not just when they were newlyweds, not just when things were hunky-dory, every morning, mornings after spats, mornings after she wished she could take back things she’d
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Minds Were Made To Wonder
I wonder if Hitler had a guardian angel. Do pessimists have negative blood? Ever wonder what was the best thing before sliced bread? And who put the “s” in lisp? I wonder who invented
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It’s Been One Heck Of A Year
First responders in our state have had one heck of a year. Between state troopers being murdered and floods uf Biblical nature, dem dat are first to get to a site uf tragedy have
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Bittersweet
I remember a day in my childhood, at my grandmother’s; it’s her, my aunt, my first cousin, and me, the little boy kid. They were going through a photo album, mostly black ‘n white,
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THE GOD SPOT
My dog, Kramer, trusts me. I’d like to believe I earned it. She trusted me when she was in youth and vigor, and now, here we are, at her end, and she’s trusting me
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A Good Morning For Mourning
My old dog Kramer is dying, been dying all of 2016, cancer, and failing heart. She has several tumors on her right side, just before the back leg. Nothing the vet can do, but
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July In Our Neck O’ The Woods
In June kids, teachers and parents are still transitioning from the end of school, but you cross over into July, and something changes; summer gets settled and official. July is the most casual of
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Local
Local is knowing what the locals mean when they tell you to take a left at the old Sears, even when there’s no old Sears anymore. Local is knowing which bank they mean, when
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Bittersweet
I remember a day in my childhood, at my grandmother’s; it’s her, my aunt, my first cousin, and me, the little boy kid. They were going through a photo album, mostly black ‘n white,
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