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Mozart and Me

I read a collection of Mozart’s letters many years ago, and noticed one way are both alike. It’s not that we are both artistic geniuses underappreciated in our own time (wouldn’t that be cool?), it’s that we both take pains to keep our worries to ourselves. Mozart made clear in his letters that it was …

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Just a Perfect Day

I was young when I first read J.D. Salinger’s short story “A Perfect Day for Bananafish,” and I remember being just completely blindsided by the ending. I’m pretty sure my mouth was literally hanging open. I was shocked, dazed, stunned. I’m glad I read it when I was young. This older version of me would …

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I’ve had a few

When I was in the tenth grade my English teacher told us that when he was in the Navy he and his friends used to go into the gay parts of town to beat up the queers. He thought this was a funny story that we’d all get a kick out of. In the years …

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Merry Christmas!

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Odd

“He’s got some very odd ideas about reality.” ~Damon Albarn, about Jarvis Cocker (source) I imagine people talk about me the same way. I hope so.

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Doughnuts

I remember when creamer came in a little stainless-steel jug and sugar came in a glass jar with a top that had a little metal flap. and you could take as many napkins as you needed and had a real coffee mug and a metal spoon. Now the creamer is in little individual tubs and …

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Last Words

“Last words” hold a certain fascination. We’d all like to believe that our final words will be some sort of summary of what life is about and what we’ve learned on our journey.  (Mona has told me that my final words will be “No, really, I’m fine,” and she’s probably right.) Gareth Branwyn has written …

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Big and Small

My grandmother was a big woman. I didn’t know it at the time. As you get older you begin to categorize and label the world: fat and skinny, old and young, good and bad. But I was young enough that she was just “Grandma,” and that was enough. I was just five-years-old when she died, …

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Post Office

When I was a kid you could pay a few pennies more for a stamp to send your letter airmail, and for a few dimes more you could get a Special Delivery stamp. My Aunt Helen used to always send my birthday cards Special Delivery. I don’t think it really got to me any faster, …

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Alliteration

When I was growing up the local pizza place, DeLios, had a jukebox, and I would always bring a few dimes to play this song. If I hadn’t told you it’s by ZZ Top you might think it’s a Bob Seger song. The vocal style is similar. (Of course, if you’re not Of A Certain …

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Transition

As I was slowly waking up this morning over a cup of hot coffee, it occurred to me how many of our pleasures are in the transitions. Both states of being are nice, but waking up is a different kind of pleasure than being awake. It’s nice to be warm, but it’s different than warming …

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Sorry, Abe.

I think it’s time for America to amicably dissolve the union. Our differences are simply too great, and it will be impossible to hold this thing together without violence.

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