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late arrival

The sun was forgotten when the boys arrived the younger fuzzy draped sleepily over his father’s shoulder, the older just antsy from the confines of the booster seat. Always such journeys end at night with uncertain entry into a semi-familiar … Continue reading

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little boys

loud honking trucks in our living room zooming crashing trains routing around the coffee table tall cranes swinging large structures emerging from the carpet sounds of industry and effort sputtering from future captains of industry under our Christmas tree

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Waiting for grandchildren (a)

“Could I speak to Mom, please?” I handed the phone to my wife Who had been hanging over my shoulder So closely, I could hear her impatience. Retired from teaching, I was Finally hunting down my dream of Writing for … Continue reading

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