Monthly Archives: March 2014

“Restoration, Rejuvenation, Reinvention”

Old buildings have always fascinated me.  When I was a kid, I used to search for old abandoned farmhouses where I was sure I’d find all sorts of interesting things—yellowed newspapers stuffed in the walls, tools or toys or items … Continue reading

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“Denial”

Here’s a bit of Irish melancholy at the end of St. Patrick’s Day: “Denial” Seconds, minutes, hours, days with no sign from you. I convince myself again you are trying to convince yourself   your arms don’t hold the same hungry longing for the … Continue reading

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“Self-Convinced”

After several hours of deep immersion in a scene I was writing recently, I needed a break and, as I often do, adjourned to one of my favorite pubs for some libation, relaxation, music, and conversation.  Once seated and sipping, … Continue reading

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“Out of Darkness-II”

It’s seven o’clock in the morning.  Cold, so the custodian let several of the kids in to let them get warm.  The usual crowd of freshmen and a few sophomores had been dumped on the curb by parents going to … Continue reading

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“Out of Darkness-I”

It’s seven o’clock in the morning.  Cold, so the custodian let several of the kids in to let them get warm.  The usual crowd of freshmen and a few sophomores had been dumped on the curb by parents going to … Continue reading

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“The Most Wonderful Nation”

I’ve only been to Memphis once.  Wasn’t there overnight.  Didn’t go to a bar.  I’ve never really been in a bar fight, but I’ve spent the last five hours in a bar in Memphis.  Bar fight.  Broken bones.  Guns drawn.  … Continue reading

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“It’s All Greek to Me”

Forty-four years ago I surprised all sorts of people when I joined Tarkio College’s first national fraternal organization.  Yep.  I’m a “frat boy” (and I detest that term).  Everyone who knew me expected me to go through life proudly wearing … Continue reading

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“Just over the Hill”

I’ve been skiing—sort of—for fifty years.  I started on the golf course in Rock Port, Missouri, where I grew up, and didn’t actually make it to the mountains of Colorado until I was in my 30s.  I tried to go … Continue reading

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Roots & Wings—Pt 5: “Outcast”

At fifteen, Achos Tinker was still a juvenile, except when he’d picked up a gun and killed a man.  His court appointed attorney, Audrey Aderes, was immediately sure the boy would be middle aged before his appeals ran out and … Continue reading

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Roots & Wings—Pt 4: “Brothers and Sisters”

He is four years older than she and has always been her best friend, playmate, confidante, guide, and protector.  They could only be closer if they were twins, but it doesn’t matter.  Through sibling spats, adolescence, dating, and many short … Continue reading

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