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Traveling with the Gray Menace was always an enjoyable "treat."
I was the subject of that stare again. It was the same my father used. It said, "don't even think about giving me any guff about this."
Sunsets are an evanescent part of life. They come, linger a moment, and then are gone.
Once upon a time, in a city near Boston, I worked as a practicing anthropologist. Among my projects was a documentary of a local Saint's Societies annual festival. Lights, parades, bands, the Saints marched through the streets; it was an exciting event. A vacant lot provided space to set up a complete carnival with rides and booths.
My vocabulary was large. My lack of formal education equaled it.
A sense of style - a bit of pizzazz -always seemed innate to New Yorkers -from the City
We had been better off before the Teahead of the August Moon decided to improve himself.
After leaving home, I hitched, hiked, and moved about with abandon.
For a while, in graduate school, I dated a surgical resident. It made a sort of sense; I had years in the operating room; she was an MD on a surgical residency; we could talk shop.
You may have had one of these as a child. In the distant past, my sister and I did.
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