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Sundries

Notions and sundries mixed with the personal with maybe one or two of substance.

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Old Man In A Hurry

This new hovel ain’t quite home. And it ain’t going to be. See, this is move one of two. And true to the masterplan, we left eighty precent of possessions … Keep Reading

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And When October Goes

We are days away from moving house into a renovated pre-World War Two, long ass, two bedroom, two full bath, and with a Doug Den made decadent, Windy City flat. … Keep Reading

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The Left and Right Of It.

New next-door neighbors times two. Moose puppy gets in a tussle with a Pit Bull. I was in the middle. (All unrelated to those new next-door neighbors.) And FYI. If … Keep Reading

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Too Hot For Baseball.

It’s angry hot, here in Chicago. Even by the lake. But wait, just months ago it was cruel cool, like forty below, and snow after snow rerouted the roads, and … Keep Reading

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Smolder

The tobacco has regained its hold. Truth told, I now only blow smoke in God’s great outdoors. But that bores, as I perch on the front porch and pass time … Keep Reading

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Conversational Implicature

Next to my e-cigarette lay (lies) a mini tootsie roll pop. Cherry Flavor. And I don’t call my virtual assistant by her given name, as I don’t scrimp on understanding … Keep Reading

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More Mouse Droppings

Sans cigarettes I can’t compose. As if my hacking away resembles in any part a composition. And while withdrawal will continue, my remarking on the abstention should be absent any … Keep Reading

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A Page That Got No Play, Post.

Don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but posting here no longer get’s me high. More like a dead cat bounce. ( Insert your market correction metaphor here) But that poem … Keep Reading

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A Snow Job

We’re going to get a foot of snow and along with all that white, comes the blues. That ain’t news. The deeper the flakes the more unfathomable the depression. An … Keep Reading

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So Much For The Comment Thread.

Excepting maybe five posters, I’m done spending time on composing a comment. It’s threadbare out there and few have a clue on how to rejoinder, advance a point, or parse … Keep Reading

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