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Monthly Archives: February 2003
Ten Mile
Isaac Bonewits, Scott Cunningham, Eminem and me, all born in the same general vicinity: the suburbs of Detroit, ’round Royal Oak; which of the four of us is the bigger joke? 28 FEB 2003 Share This:
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Tagged coincidence, daily poems, Detroit, Isaac Bonewits, Marshall Mathers, Royal Oak, Scott Cunningham, Ten Mile
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After a Line in Eliot
In the halls the people come and go, wishing I were Michelangelo; but things are not always as perfect as his David would lead you to believe. Some days, after too much cheap wine and dreadful harp Music even the … Continue reading
Holiday Weekends
I guess you know that you are getting old when the quieter the time, the better, and it’s not quite as much fun being bold; you’d rather wake quietly to let her sleep in for a change. To just be … Continue reading
Today’s quote
Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle. — Ken Hakuta Share This:
The Underground
So I guess it would be something complex, with a different perspective and view, more than just a reaction or reflex, some knee-jerk response that simply brings you back to the same old emotional edge, feeding on yesterday’s angst and … Continue reading
Early Childhood Development
Well, you are going to grow up someday, so there are a few things you need to learn: why free love has a price most cannot pay, why it is more work to plant than to burn, why the world … Continue reading
The Neighborhood
There used to be a family-owned store right there, on the corner where the bus stops; and when I was a kid, they sold much more than bubble-gum, candy and lollipops. It was like stepping into a dreamscape each time … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, eulogies, Fred Rogers, Mister Roger's Neighborhood
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