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The Sevens? We called the group crash house "The Folkie Palace". It was a third-floor one-bedroom apartment on Boston's Grove Street. In those days, it was a sort of working-class neighborhood. There were workers from the nearby hospitals, refugees from the urban renewal in Boston's West End, and folkies. Folkies like me and my friends. …
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I dropped out of high school to major in pool at a local pool hall, and later matriculated for advanced study in guitar at some of the most disepitomable bistros and coffeehouses in New York City's Greenwich Village. And yet, despite that, I later moved on to a university education. Credit Where Credit is Due …
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A Saturday Stream of Consciousness Post Sabrina and Marcus think I'm a pushover. Just because I love my little sister and brother. But the guys in the neighborhood know that I'm not the type to play rough with...Okay, I'm sweet on my girlfriend Evvie, and my buddy Moose is number one. Tray across the street …
Three cords of wood are all stacked and waiting for winter. Two more are due in. Those last two are semi-dry. It's a bit cheaper, and I'll stack them in the back to finish curing. They'll be my March, April, and early May wood. When they come in I'll be carefully watching the contents. The …
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At the pad I was ( and guess I still am!) a card-carrying Folkie. Now I know that the "straights" always assumed that we hip ones would pad on over to our pads and do groovy things. Just to set the record straight, neither I nor any of my friends ever used groovy or pad …
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You've all heard the saying that you should keep it simple, stupid? Well, simple is hard to do. There is an urge to complicate. To add details and complexity. "oooh! Look, you can see the little man inside the truck, and he has his hand on the shift! and it's only half an inch long!" …
My father was Merchant Marine, my uncle Navy. There was a along lineage of seaman on the Carreras side going all the way back at leaast Jose. He was from Catalonia. On my mothers side th Island folklore had the first Robinson's arriving with Morgan's men (Privateers not Pirates!!!). With this impressive background, how could …
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I am not fair-skinned. I have a Mediterranean complexion, and in the summer I tan dark. Back in the days when I sailed every day, you could have described me as "bronzed." It was good to be out on the water in a small sloop, or on a Laser (a class of small high-performance sailboats). …
Stream of Consciousness Saturday, July 5 th: Remembering can be a good thing. Unless its a memory of some dastardly deed you did that you've never quite been able to get over. No, this is not a confession, and I ain't saying. But I've found that these things are useful. They are something that opens …
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