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Archive for March, 2005
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Helen and Frank, June, 1953- October, 1973
I indicated in the Beautiful Agony Post below that Audioblogger was acing funky. Well, tonight it showed up three times, so I edited and here’s the best post of the three.
Marc reads!
Rah rah rah.
Anyway, if you are …
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Beautiful Agony
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I wrote something new, but didn’t feel like typing. Tried to Audioblog it twice, but the service is acting all wonkey. So I give you one of my favorite diversions instead, and promise to have the new writing up next
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Sex for the Ears
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A couple of years ago, I envisioned an ad campaign I’d like to see. I photographed it, but somehow lost all but one of the images. Spent a little bit of time today to recreate it for you. I’m sure
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Margie
It was hot outside the day I moved out of my brother’s house on Highlawn. The crocuses had long since wilted and the heat radiated off of every building in Brooklyn.
Charlie and I had already moved the chair Gramma …
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How to Make Ice
Promise to write again soon. I had something ready to roll, but was told by the owner of the photograph from which the piece was written not to post it.
Meanwhile, here’s the best email of the day today from …
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Sold my Heart to the Junkman
He was always bringing home somebody else’s trash. On Tuesday Mornings’ Trash Day he trolled the neighborhood looking for lost treasure.
“Aye, Matey,” he would say when I asked him if he was going out that morning.
Tuesdays were my …
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Camera Phone Solution
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So, el Jefe sent me a beautiful, albeit beat up, manual camera recently. It had a strange “quick load” feature to it that I could not figure out. Took it to the camera shop, he showed me how to load
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I love Ray
When friends fail you, you still have to love them. Especially when they cannot tell you that they love you.
Ray sat on my porch railing throwing cigarettes into Molly’s planter. The sun had gone down enough so that it …
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