Huh?
Welcome to the inside of my mind. Sorry for the clutter. While in the realm of nonfiction, let me just say memory is a lousy filer. To the best of my recollections the following actually happened. Hopefully none of it will hold up in court, being hearsay from an unreliable witness.
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Once Bitten, Twice Bitten, Somehow Never Shy
Rare is the person who has kept house with critters & not, at some point, felt the close of teeth on skin. It’s a rite of passage. Sharing life with beings whose sole means of defense is the power of their jaws, it just happens. I may be antisocial, but no people have resorted to…
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The Witches of Eastlake
I may be guilty of many things, but wizardry isn’t one. If this were Salem, Mass. in the summer of 1692, I certainly would’ve been set ablaze, tossed in the drink, or swung from the gallows. Puritans would’ve found me objectionable, no doubt. Wouldn’t even have passed age 5 or 6. It was then I…
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Odd Job
As far as anachronistic employment opportunities go, I traveled back further than most… to 200 B.C.E. China. Now it wouldn’t have surprised me to have taken work on a vintage steam locomotive trundling tourists to ghost towns, or leading people to weird mounds of geologic/anthropologic significance in Washington state. But to make hand-painted wallpapers was…
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Festive is in the Eye of the Beholder
In Homeland Security databases it’s noted that classic American cars are terrorists’ preferred mode of transport for weapons-grade plutonium. Or they’re the vehicles of choice for human trafficking. Or they’re tagged as drug cartel automobiles. Or I could just be stretching the hyperbole a bit much. What do I know? I fit the profile of…
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Wild Time Loop Thing
In the 1970s photographer David Godlis took pics of restroom wall graffiti in the legendary NY punk club CBGB’s. I no longer recall those photos other than a few band names, yet it is telling that I was even interested enough to look at them. It would possibly lend relevance to an experience I had…
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Feather or Not
All the members of my family have supremely graceless moments on a regular basis. We all admit it: we’re klutzy. While I raced across the street once during rush hour to make the light, hands stuck in pockets, I tripped & face-planted in the crosswalk. The schadenfreude experience goes both ways. Upon standing back up,…
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