Tag: Ink
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In Praise of Mediocrity
In Praise of Mediocrity It slowly dawned on me sometime between my 30th and 40th birthdays. You know, the realization that even though you’ve always believed yourself to be something special, better than “average,” whatever that means… In reality, you are just that, average, mediocre, middling, You’re pretty good at some things that you’re interested…
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 7 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 7 of 7 But I’m old now, and the only thing that I, or anyone, can do to fight the growing darkness is to strike a spark, a match, a candle, a bonfire, when and wherever an opportunity presents itself. We make choices every day that either…
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 6 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 6 of 7 I don’t often remember my dreams now, haven’t for many years. And my bedtime prayers went the way of Sindbad, Green Lantern, and the Shadow. My second wife went the way of the first, leaving me the best fruits of that relationship too, our…
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 5 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 5 of 7 The December 9, 1980 entry in my journal reads: “John Lennon was killed last night. His death has taken the spotlight away from Iran, Iraq, Jordan, and Syria, for the time being at least. There have been several news specials about his passing, and…
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 4 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 4 of 7 I spent much time alone reading, writing in my journal, or just sleeping, trying to recapture the innocence so long gone. Sometimes I’d see him in a dream, walking by a stream, conversing with a dragonfly about its long life, or the philosophical ramifications…
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Jailbird Caper
Jailbird Caper Riding down the road one fine summer morning in my ’65 GTO convertible (black on red and a little 389 with a quad), my brother riding shotgun; we were about to turn onto the freeway entrance ramp when the air was split by the local donut-boy’s siren. I immediately pulled off and waited…
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A Noontide Lyric
A Noontide Lyricby Oliver Wendel Holmes, Sr. (August 29 1809 – October 7 1894) THE dinner-bell, the dinner-bellIs ringing loud and clear;Through hill and plain, through street and lane,It echoes far and near;From curtained hall and whitewashed stall,Wherever men can hide,Like bursting waves from ocean caves,They float upon the tide. I smell the smell of…
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Always Preposterous 2/2
Always Preposterous 2/2 What powers it all? Our basic beliefs, conditioned into us from cradle to grave, propaganda and indoctrination from our social gatekeepers, our institutions and their leaders, secular and religious. And regardless of their denials, both are political in the extreme. The whole purpose is to keep the ruling class, the rich and…
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Always Preposterous 1/2
Always Preposterous 1/2 National and international news is often quite revealing in what it neglects. Just look at what is going on around us right now. From destroying our water resources and pumping so much garbage into our air that our climate is already changing (undoubtedly past the critical tipping point), ruining two of the…
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I’m Taking a Walk, I’m Taking a Ride
Taking A Walkby John Prine A man came to our houseI believe it was yesterdayI would have invited him inBut I didn’t have a lot to sayHis anticipation of me opening the doorOutweighed my apprehension as it never had beforeAnd drove my concentrationRight through that hardwood floorOoh-ooh, uh-huh I’m taking a walkI’m going outsideI’m taking…
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