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Dear Mrs. Robinson
Dear Mrs. Robinson, I won’t write to Jack. Because that’s just for you. It’s Jackie to everybody else on the planet as far as I’m concerned. April 15th is Jackie Robinson Day. Please consider this my congressional petition to name April 16th Rachel Robinson Day. Everyone now knows Jackie as an American hero, but people…
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For the Phightin’ Phillies
Popop, you absolute deadbeat. You’re old Phillies shirt didn’t work. Of course, you’d take all the magic with you. Forever the showman. You know I’m kidding. I’m just stopping by to say hi. It could have been worse. They could have lost to the Braves. That being said… Shaving the playoff beard was a bummer.…
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How Mickey Found His Way
There once was a puppy named Mickey. He liked sleeping with his brothers and sisters. The ground was cold, but they kept each other warm. His mother was very pretty, and his daddy was big and strong, and they loved each other very much. He was brave and liked to go on all sorts of…
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When They Say They Love You
Ladies (and gentlemen, (and those in the spaces in between)), Whoever the person is in your life, it’s important that you know what it means when they finally break the ice and tell you they love you. And no, I’m not talking about some kid trying to score on prom night. I’m talking about the…
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Dear Kensington,
Please don’t shoot up today, but if you do, please make sure that the needle is clean. I drove the Badlands not too long ago. I just had to check in, if only for myself. “Down in that part of town, where when you hit a red light, you don’t stop.” – Bruce Springsteen I…
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Entwined
Hands clutching like otters holding each other so they don’t drift apart in their sleep. Legs interlaced around one another in the peaceful still of the night. The room air is crisp on your face, but there is a warmth in your cores clinging together. There’s the calm glow of stars fading out of the…
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My Grandfather: The Kidnapper
Not a lot of people know this, but my Popop was a kidnapper. I didn’t hear this story from him. He was hauling a load through the deep south, I want to say Georgia, way before I was born. There was a teenage girl, a runaway, at a truck stop. He picked her up and…
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“Days in the Sun”
Wooooow… I would cook her breakfast so hard. ———————————————————————–The coffee was warm, but not as warm as the sun coming through the shop windows, and even that wasn’t nearly as warm as the words. Her: “You look tired.” Him: “I was born tired. What do You think the coffee is for?” Her: “I thought You…
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Have You Ever?
Have you ever… Jumped out of a perfectly good airplane? Surprisingly fun. I recommend. SCUBA diving always made sense to me. You get to control the where, the what, the depth. I figured skydiving would just be a thing you do to say you went, but I am wrong. Lots of fun and far more…
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On Open Ocean
The truth of the matter is that blue water sailing is boring as all hell. Where do you think the saying comes from: “Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.” It’s a desert. Hollywood may do a good job selling the romance of open ocean, but this only lasts a day or so.…
Two Birds 