Tag: Ink
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Ann Arbor Part 2 – Memoir Continued
Ann Arbor Part 2 I was under pressure to find my own place from Ted’s friend who’d been letting us stay at his place. Ted moved in with Sharon. Susan invited me to move in with her. Boy, that was a hard one… Hell yes, I did! She had an efficiency suite, one big room…
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Hot Town, Summer on the Bikepath
This is the result of my 6 AM ride last Friday morning. The high for the last 10 days or so has been consistently around 110F and 82 for a low at night. Hot Town, Summer on the Bikepath cicadas singing their hearts outdeep in the foliage of eucalyptusmesquite and palo verde withambient backup of…
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Senior Year Part 2 – Advanced Writing – Recruiters – Memoir Continued
Advanced Writing Class – Miltary Recruiters – Senior Year I can’t remember our teacher’s name, but he had the misfortune to look like a cross between Ichabod Crane and the Papa-oom-mow-mow Man of Goulardie’s 60’s TV show fame. He was a very good teacher and got me started in writing poetry, though none of it…
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Breakfast at the Birdfeeder Diner
Breakfast at the Birdfeeder Diner Wrens and sparrows arrive first5:30 am sunrise long shadowsbarcode the entryway A flock of morning doves landsurvey the ground, then hop upon the birdseed buffet pecking away nudging earlyrisers out of the way, need seventimes their weight for the day the big boys twice the size arrivetwo-tone gray and translucent…
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Depression
Depression seems to be a major topic on several of the blogs I’ve been reading recently. I’ve struggled with it several times over my long life. I believe that it is a normal part of human existence, and the following is my current perspective on the condition, based on my personal experience with it. Depression…
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My Education – Memoir Continued
The Education of Billy, Bill, or Liam (me) – Memoir Continued School was always hard for me. I never wanted to go in the first place. That lasted until I was in high school, when I would endure almost anything to be away from the house, away from the drama and sibling rivalry, which Dad…
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A Delinquent at Six – Memoir Continued
A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with other kids from the neighborhood heading to school. I did that for a while. One day, I decided on a new plan. When I left the house, I circled around…
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Past Professions
Initiated by the WordPress prompt… Past Professions I’ve worked as aplumber aroofer astrummer ashort order cookawaiter acarpenter atechnicalwriteramachinist aqc inspector aprogrammer ateacher anma instructorajack of trades amaster of none asix-decadewage-slave careerfinally done –LE
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Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued
Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued Shortly after that incedent in Beaver Park, certainly within the year, we moved again, to a finished, or partially finished, basement on Yeager Rd., also in Lorain or its outskirts, on the southwest side of the town. It was rather countrified with a long curving…
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Into the Void – Memoir Continued
Into the Void Dad was playing softball for one of the local league teams. He was to play this day, which was warm and sunny, a perfect day for a ball game. There would be friends there to watch me during the game. Then we would have a picnic and later an ice cream cone.…
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