Category Archives: aging

lawn at dawn

Framed by our kitchen window he would ride his garden tractor around his yard next door cut the grass in casual swoops around the tree along the wire link fence monotonous passes smiling at some thought contained within the white … Continue reading

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thinking below ground

Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can’t be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, and achievement seems like magic, I sit down here in my subterranean office … Continue reading

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Auto Car Wash

In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I’m-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City New Jersey USA. Whatever we did cotton candy and salt water toffee … Continue reading

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