Tag Archives: Life

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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The Wrong Question

  “The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?’― Sigmund Freud Freud asked the … Continue reading

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The Cat Litter Crisis

I’m an honest man; I merely report what I see. While going to the drugstore for my brother a scruffy, bearded panhandler asked me for help. It seems he was out of cat litter and his poor cat was down … Continue reading

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Wisconsin State Fair

Of course there were the usual long lines waiting to get to the cheese-filled Port-A-Johns.

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Get a bigger Młotek

Młotek (mwahtek) is the Polish word for hammer. My uncles often used this term in doing repairs around the house. On those occasions when they found themselves in a mechanically sticky or arduous situation they would advise: “Get a bigger … Continue reading

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I Thank God for Death

I thank God for death several times a day. Sometimes all day. More and more lately I talk to myself; not the running dialog inside my head, but out loud (aloud) so very loud in fact, that sometimes others overhear. … Continue reading

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