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One Sentence Story – The Jay
The terrified screech of the blue jay was awful to hear; I turned to witness the hawk’s swooping kill, so close that a rain of glittering blue feathers drifted into my hair while I stood, awed, silent,…
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Haven’t you always wanted a mon-KEE?
Scene: Small town North Carolina. A tranquil tree-lined street, lots of hills. DARLIN’, a young man about 30 years old, is striding purposefully, working up a sweat. RG, a young (stunningly gorgeous) woman…
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Return from the Land of Barbershop (That’s Singing)
We’re back. I’ve spent the first hour and half of my return to the corporate grind by catching up on emails and blogs and things. Given the jet lag, and the fact that…
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Peace Out Yo
We are leaving town next week. It will be a weeklong trip to the West, to visit friends and family. Last year we headed west to visit the absolutely fabulous E, J, and…