Monthly Archives: October 2018

803 A turn-on valve 10-16-18

Much after his wife’s death, such a sadness, so soon after they had retired, he and his neighbor lounged in her recliners on her patio, discussing the drainage of her back yard and how well it worked after the great … Continue reading

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802 The Spider, Dead 8-16-18

The black spiders carcass is stuck in the corner made by the joining of the wall and the ceiling. Some how it sticks there in the luxury of our walk-in-shower, its mausoleum, made of gray tile embossed by a taupe … Continue reading

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801 Golf and Pasta 10-15-18

Three widows and two wives with their husbands sit at their table, (Number 15 of 18) eating Italian food. The men talk golf. The widows talk death. The wives swallow hard. SAINT TERESA’S BI-ANNUAL-KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS-“TASTE OF ITALY”-DINNER! (Raising contributions … Continue reading

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800!!!!! (quantity does not mean quality) An Excuse, Anyway, For the First Forty Six Years…. 10-12-18

I was always leaving just as I was arriving. Sometimes, I didn’t even have a place to be from. But I never missed myself as both of me passed, in opposite directions, through the revolving door. The timing was that … Continue reading

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#799 It takes a Jack-Ass… 8-8-18

My natural depth-perception is non-existant due to monocular vision caused by a medical mishap during pre-mature birth. So, when I was a kid, any small-ball sport was totally beyond my ability. So, recess was a crucible of embarrassment. Because, we … Continue reading

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#798 Her Silk Road 8-4-18

Nancy, my willowy wife, is a lovely, tall lady, nearly six feet when we wed. Shorter now, as am I, but not by much, and there, still, is her road, near twenty inches long, two of my hand spans, a … Continue reading

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#797 Matthew 10:10 The Worker Is Worthy.

Once Florence flooded and wrecked us in Carolina and fled the scene of her crime to plant a wet kiss on the North and East, there came the forces of fix and restoration. I’d done my bit, trimming and quartering … Continue reading

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