Monthly Archives: December 2016

Reflections on the day after Christmas

Not a thing in the US. But it could be. About half of everyone I know gets some kind of sickness or injury around the holidays. My wife has the eternal cough and I am fighting what may be some … Continue reading

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Merry Christmas before the deluge

I know, I know, I should write something. After all, it’s three days before Christmas so something profound should be written. Perhaps something Dickensian to keep with the spirit of the times as certain people contemplate the return of the … Continue reading

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Dad, you ever hear of The Tubes?

I always prided myself on thinking on my feet. In my family, it was a survival skill and often the result of the mercurial nature of my other three family members.  It was a fine summer afternoon back in 1976 … Continue reading

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Sappy Christmas Giving Plug

I’m waiting for the letter carrier. She’s a nice lady. I have a Christmas Card for her. It contains a $50 bill just like last year. She’s the only person we do this for. Lately, I know she’s bucking for … Continue reading

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Sick Sick Sick

Sick, sick, sick. Everyone has suddenly come down with some kind of illness.  After having yesterday off, I find that several of my co-workers, who have been fighting various bugs, called in sick yesterday. My wife is hacking up a … Continue reading

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Am I Dead But I Don’t Know It?

But I still like Randy Newman I have nothing left to sayBut I’m gonna say it anyway*I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the fact that I rarely listen anymore to the music I grew up with and, up … Continue reading

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