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In my early adult years, I moved around, plying the trade of a Pious Itinerant. To wit, I was a folksinger. I first performed in coffeehouses in New York's Greenwich Village, but moved on to Boston, New Hampshire, Philadelphia, D.C., Maine, and importantly for this story, Baltimore. Baltimore was an essential stop in my periodic …
Our almost friend John was a con artist extraordinaire. He looked down on mere hucksters.
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He could deliver the very verisimilitude of honesty, sincerity and utmost confidence. Well, he was a confidence man. He had dedicated his entire life to making a living from fleecing the gullible marks, or fish, that he said populated the world. Our not quite friend John, despite being able to sell Lucky Charms cereal to …
This is the original story that featured my "not quite a friend" John the con artist. I based this and other stories in the series on a real person we knew, and theings he actually said and did. In my early adult years, I moved around, plying the trade of a Pious Itinerant. To wit, …
A long time ago, I lived in a sort of Folkie Paradise. I moved from city to city, played guitar, hung out with exciting friends, and held outrageous political beliefs, like " We need better government now and less government later." I wasn't entirely convinced by anarchist friends that something, as they tried in Catalonia …
My almost friend John was duplicitous by nature. If you asked him where he came from, he'd tell you Natick once and Framingham the next time. When confronted with the duplicity, he'd calmly explain that he was born in one but grew up in the other—sincerity dripping from his replies. We liked him otherwise, so we …
Car salespeople and members of Congress are tied for the number one spot on the least trusted profession listing. I was amazed because I had clergy and lawyers pegged for the bottom of the ethical barrel picks.
It's too easy on a sunny afternoon to entertain a bit of whimsical fallacy; It's so lovely. How could winter ever come again…it's just a bad dream.
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