Memoir
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Don Bruns
My father, about whom I have written extensively here, died last week. He was 92. He died in his bed peacefully. No machines, no tubes, no wires. I was with him and was able to tell him one last time that I was proud of him and that I loved him. He went out like Continue reading
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Things Loved
I walked my woods a last time. Continue reading
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On My Mind
A few odds & ends, things I’ve been contemplating recently: I read about 50 books a year. I am 57. Let’s say I live another 30 years. That’s: 30 x 50 = 1500. Fifteen hundred books in front of me, given the assumptions. That’s a focus I need to get my head around. * * Continue reading
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Thursday Theme day is Postponed.
We turn to the side, trim and expectant, taking high measure of our appearance, only to realize years later what the fool we must have looked. Continue reading
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Will advise for cash.
Does anyone else find this curious? Continue reading
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Too much pizza. Too much beer.
Thinks begin to turn ugly. Continue reading