Tag Archives: Humanity

Slack-Jawed Gawkers

Slack-Jawed Gawkers, are not now, nor have they ever been, placed on the Endangered Species list. Advertisements

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Short-Term Memory Loss

The old man shuffled slowly into the room. He looked around, puzzled, and queried to no one in particular: “Why am I here?” “To make a better world.” I responded.

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Dark Christmas

  Photographed at Tay Ninh Base Camp, on the Cambodian border, 1969 “God bless us, everyone”.

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A Civilian KP

Never once did I make Supernumerary at Guard Mount and only rarely was I assigned to the much preferred Bunker #2. Bunkers #1 and #2 straddled the Main Gate at Tây Ninh West Base Camp. Bunker #1 was the province … Continue reading

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I Love Women

I love women. I really do. I care about women. There have been many women in my life: My mother; my sisters; my aunts; sisters-in-law; cousins not to mention the wives of friends, co-workers, the girls I’ve dated and the … Continue reading

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It Was The Skunk’s Fault

Maybe it was my fault. Maybe it was José’s fault. Maybe it was the skunk’s fault. At any rate; we had an overnight guest in our garage last night. He (large shoe prints) apparently slept on the garage floor next … Continue reading

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I Am Not Like Other Men

Betwixt my mother and my father there was no domestic violence. My mother was not a rebel and my father was the unchallenged head of our household (as recognized in the Population Schedule of the Census). My father’s word was … Continue reading

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