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Want to do lunch with your favorite fictional character? Not me. I used to live with a host of them on the backside of Boston's Beacon Hill. Yeah, the neighborhood is real snooty and transformed these days, but in the 1960's it was described as a "working-class slum". Just a few blocks towards the Massachusetts …
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Note: I have to write this post the evening before. So I won't be including the usual additional prompts. I have an early doctor's appointment, so that's the hurry. I've written about my early years in many other posts. I didn't conceal how hard they were, but the adversity was balanced by some of the …
Origins and origin stories are important. They act as baselines for where you came from, where you went, and have ongoing implications on your directions going forward ( I almost wrote direction home). I've dissected my origins on the blog regularly. But there are inflection points in most stories that seem more important than others. …
There is a lot of romanticizing about being on the road. And Jack Kerouac's book On the Road is responsible for lots of it. The Romance of the Road? You bet. Having been on the road myself for several years, I found familiar passages and events in it that I found reflected in my own …
The concert hall was usually someone's kitchen. I guess you can figure out why. Someone would be baking cookies, or the pot of stew would be on, and five or so of us would be doing a round robin of songs. There would be a sprinkling of whoever was in town, some folks from the …
I was fourteen, and the taunting words of my friend lingered in my ears, "No risk, no reward." He had meant it as a joke. But Bart would not get on stage himself, even though he was a very advanced classical guitar player. I had only been playing for a bit over a year. I …
Daily writing promptWhich aspects do you think makes a person unique?View all responses On the road as a Pius Itinerant, being unique was a survival trait. Different styles of survival for ever-changing environments. I had a knack for finding short-term jobs in strange places and making local contacts rapidly. My frequent travel buddy Bill ( …
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"Be aware, traveler, you'll never pass this way again."Â
The boots were greasy calfskin, d-ring engineer boots out of a second-hand clothes store in Lower Manhattan.
I understood from my father and uncle that in the nineteen thirties and forties roadside signs competed to lure you off the high road and to interesting attractions. But my time on the road was fairly standard fare - Turnersville - 10 miles, an arrow, and in small print underneath, " Home of Cecil P. …
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