Monthly Archives: April 2006


There were seven of us stuffed into a Volkswagen, the old kind because this was the fifties, and we were college students. The girl I was sitting under in the back seat was telling us that olives are an aquired … Continue reading

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To sit and stare at a blank space where words are supposed to be is the enigma that I face today: should I write about nothing or

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Fifty Years On

In the annals of friendship there stands a great host Who has welcomed his friends to his hearth And for many a year he has opened his door With a smile and a hug from his heart

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