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The Long Journey, Part Five

Part One     Part Two     Part Three     Part Four Moof Curtis settled down and pulled out a pen, then an envelope. He scribbled for a while and then slid it across to me. It was like walking down Sixth Avenue when … Continue reading

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The Long Journey, Part Four

Part One Part Two Part Three I knew he was being overly dramatic to bait me into something I wouldn’t like. Nobody earns ten thousand dollars a week. Plenty of people find a way to make it, but nobody earns … Continue reading

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The Long Journey, Part Three

Part One Part Two My attention was diverted for an unacceptably long time. Somehow, I just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that there was nothing in the conference room to deal with spills. My eyes shot over the … Continue reading

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The Long Journey, Part Two

Part One Moof was trying to suppress the grin with a lockjaw grimace. “Why’d they send you?” he asked rhetorically. “Because SOME damn fool ACCUSED YOU of being the BEST!” And with that he brought his right arm up to … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Tradition and Cats

I am writing this while listening to Alice’s Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie.For a lot of people, especially veterans and lefties, this song is required listening on Thanksgiving. For that reason, I’m including a video of it at the end of … Continue reading

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Obituary

Max slid onto the only available bar stool. “Ol Max”, they called him, though he was only thirty-five; it was more of a “Good Ol Max” kind of thing. He surveyed the scene to the left, and then to the … Continue reading

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Of A Summer’s Evening

A man is walking down the sidewalk. It is wide. It is just after sunset. A woman is walking down the sidewalk. Not toward the man, at least not in an intentional sense; she is walking forward, toward the distant … Continue reading

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