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Daily writing promptWho is the most confident person you know?View all responses Back in the day, when my cat Clancy and I lived in a rented room on the back side of Beacon Hill in Boston, we were very poor. On days when I could find no employment from the temp agency, I wandered over …
You'd be hard-pressed to find any family of seafarers, fisherfolk, or plain coastal types without some horror tale on the water. It just goes with the territory; salt water envelopes most of the world and is dangerous.Â
A wee touch of the wild side to brighten up your staid middle-class style. A little coffee break conversation to tune up the day.
Navy barbers only knew one cut. Beg them to leave a little on the top, and you'd have pattern baldness at age 18. Insult the quality of the cut, and it would be like tossing their favorite razor on the sidewalk.
The family legend continues
It's true. I coulda have been a contenda, I could have been someone. Instead, I'm running for my life! Oh, if I could only undo the error. I had broken up with the girl of my dreams, and instead of tossing myself onto the rocks, I tossed myself into the arms of a series of …
I had a nightmare the other night. It was many years ago, and I was younger. I was at a dance. In those days, I commonly fell for women who were poorly suited for me. And I tended to meet those for whom I was poorly suited. The results were some pretty sensual, but explosive …
Strange Love Daily writing promptCan you share a positive example of where you've felt loved?View all responses Love does not always turn out to be what you get, want, or expect. I was on a road trip to see Sophie for a surprise visit in October 1965. I'd hitched up from Boston to Montreal to …
"Haunted wind chimes? First, it was the ripples on the water, then the stirring of leaves. What gives, Frank?" Frank looked uneasy. Being this far away from his apartment in the city was having an ill effect on him. Looking over at Sadie, he smiled. "It's nothing, Babe. I'm just not used to being out …
When I left El Paso, I was roaring drunk. The entire trip had been a frolicking detour to see an old Navy buddy and his wife. The visit had been too much of a success to some extent. I'd met up with Shara, fallen fast, and could not get up. Years later, an old Patti …
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