Category: story time
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hop in
Many many moons ago I drove my lemon yellow Volkswagen bus from Colorado to California to visit my brother. I drove south from Denver to Albuquerque and then, in spite of every lesson I learned from Bugs Bunny about taking a left turn there,* I turned right, drove all the way across Arizona on old… Read.
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Culture shock
I suffered the biggest culture shock of my life when the Air Force transferred me from the peace and quiet of RAF Digby in northern England to the ear-shattering jet noise and chaos of Misawa Air Base in northern Japan. The culture of the Air Force in the two places, and the culture of the… Read.
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family camping
Pete e-mailed me the other day asking if I could remember any details about the vacations we took with our mom and dad in the mid 70s. I’ll bet he’s sorry he asked now, because the best I could do was vomit up random fragments of memories, and I mean ‘vomit’ in the best sense… Read.
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cat story
Poor B had a stuffy nose that woke her up this morning. I had a cat that woke me up. If I had to pick one, I guess I’d take the cat. If the cat wakes me up, at least I don’t feel like I’ve been smothered with a pillow, unless the cat wakes me… Read.
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Thanksgiving
Ten years ago: I got a new computer at my desk. This happened in a really weird way. I was using the old computer a couple days ago when I reached across the desk and spilled a Styrofoam cup of hot tea on the keyboard, which stopped it dead. This was not entirely a bad… Read.
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treat!
About two dozen trick-or-treaters came to the door of Our Humble O’Bode this year, all of them little ones. None of the sullen teenagers who threw on their football uniforms and held out a pillow case last year returned this year, so all those sugar beets we kept handy in a bucket by the door… Read.
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how the moon lights up
There was the most amazingly full moon visible through the front window of Our Humble O’Bode this morning. I sat and watched it set in the early-morning gloom, big and bright enough to read by, not that I was nutbrained enough to go out into twenty-degree weather to read anything. It’ll be full tonight. Maybe… Read.
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Name Game
Best story I have about anybody with an extraordinary name: I once knew a woman named Koweena Sucksdorf. She pronounced it exactly the way it looks. I met her while I was attending a four-week seminar where, on the first day, the instructor introduced himself and then, in the tradition that was as time-honored as… Read.
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Bicycling across the Brooklyn Bridge
Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge was one of the items on our Tourist To-Do List, but how to do it was up for grabs until the day we showed up at the South Street Seaport for a tour and spied Blazing Saddles, a vendor that rented bicycles by the hour. Each came equipped with a map… Read.
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ritual
A lone figure stumbles into the dining room, feeling his way through the darkness toward the far corner of the room to the coffee shrine. Hooking a finger through the handle of the electric kettle, he shuffles across the room to the kitchen sink, opens the faucet and stands waiting with a finger hanging in… Read.
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