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1984 Chapter 12: Into the nebula
Somehow, summer disintegrated into fall, but there was no way to tell by way of the weather. Labor Day weekend came and went. It left Port Aransas with truckloads of drunken trash all over the beach. Dad was in charge of the beach crew, they would spend an entire week picking up the mess of… Continue reading
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The edge of everthing
July in the record books, and what have you done? The war is on the horizon, while everyone denies that there is even turbulence. I find it is the effort that it takes move move a single molecule in the world today is what could have started a jet plane decades ago. That whole Alameda… Continue reading
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Sadness in the Sumertime
There are subtle signs in what otherwise appears to be absolutely normal and absolutely in control. Elite model pricey SUV in July with studded tires for example. There is imbalance in that person’s life. Life isn’t as coherent as it appears at a glance. Then there is indulgence, whether it’s convertible tops, vanity plates, one… Continue reading
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The perimeter
My sense of it is sharp as a razor’s edge. It has so many levels and sections to it. The perimeter is an outer barrier that separates the in from the out, the safe from the danger, the simple from the complex, the loud from the soft. https://www.vecteezy.com/free-photos Free Stock photos by Vecteezy My life… Continue reading
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1984 Chapter 11: Summer, summer, summer
My days working at A Auto Supply became timeless. I worked on my Dodge, making changes weekly. It looked more like mine than the car passed on from my mother. I really missed the friends I had back home at the campground. I had heard that my cousin Tom bought a camper and he was… Continue reading
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Bliss no more
Remember when you were young, and shown like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. -Shine on You Crazy Diamond, Pink Floyd, 1975, Wish You Were Here album. There was something about naivety that made it work back in the old days. $100 trips across the United States while eating food that was absolutely void… Continue reading
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The depth of kitchens
What is it that keeps bringing me back to food? Of course I love the tastes. I love the opportunity it gives us to create. But there is something so much deeper. Food brings people together. It is marriages, it is births and deaths. It is healing, and not only physically, but socially. In lands… Continue reading
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1984 Chapter 10: I was wrong
On the day of my arrival, Dad informed me that if I was interested, he already had a job lined up for me. A Auto Supply had a tire shop outback. I wasn’t going to get rich here, but the potential to turn into something really great there. At 18 years old, opportunities like this… Continue reading
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1984 Chapter 9: I want my MTV
“You’re going to be introduced to a few bugs you have never seen before.” Dad pointed up at a spider web up in the corner of the kitchen. “I decided to leave this one there so you could see it.” There was a water bug, dead now, caught in a spiders web. It was one… Continue reading
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The art of letting go
It is a far greater thing to truly find where it goes, than to hold on tight to everything you think you have acquired. I feel like it is a broken record of words that we hear on the radio, that we sing in the car, that we wake up and realize. Something so obvious,… Continue reading