The Mystery Spot

I'm only a trainee here.

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The clouds, the breeze

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How does a parent tell their 14 year old non-verbal child that the world has changed? I’ve had to tell him about the deaths of Grandparents ...
Saturday, February 27, 2016

Tale of two cities

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Did something out of the norm last night and left the car at home. Since we're not in walkable distance of anything, we took the COTA bu...
Monday, September 24, 2012

One More Time

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In nine days I'm off to Fayetteville, Arkansas to represent Writers' Block Poetry in the Individual World Poetry Slam. If I did not ...
Thursday, September 6, 2012

Hardware in the house

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The attempt at balance begins. Inquiries have begun in getting people and programming together for the Arts Festival. Timelines are being sk...
Thursday, June 14, 2012

Throwing the party at you

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Big night in the sports world as Matt Cain pitched the 22nd no hitter in MLB history. Ended up staying up until one in the morning to watch ...
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Monday, June 11, 2012

Life for the next ten weeks

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Today is the first day of summer camp for my son. His mother drops him off in the morning and I get to pick him up in the afternoon. It work...
Thursday, March 26, 2009

A change in the culture? Not a chance

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Trying not to be grouchy about all the economic news, but it's next to impossible. There's a lot of outrage and unrest in the world ...
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I am the man who tells you something. Then you say, "someone said" this. I am forgettable, unless I do something wrong. Then you complain about me to management. You should all come to Writers Block Poetry on Wednesday nights at Kafe Kerouac. I have a Scottish wife. I have son who is filled with sweetness. Another year of changes is ahead, good changes.
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