A collection of miscellaneous weekly blog posts below!
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I’m gonna see the stars on the way to Mars where I’ll build some bars and electric cars, and golf holes with pars, and serve beer in jars. Yeah, I’m the man from Mars, a planetary czar, playing bass guitar, where the Martian-folk are. Wait, what’s that you say: Mars has winds that gust up…
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There are a lot of songs, too many to mention, that never fail to inspire a good mood. But if I’m held to one selection, I would have to choose the song that has put me in a good mood over the longest period of my life: I was a wee lad (five or six)…
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I’ve often heard people beating the same old drum, “I don’t want a lot of stuff to dust,” as their reason for minimalism. Well, I hate to break the news to you: The entire universe is made of gas and dust. So, whether or not you have a bunch of bric-a-brac upon which dust will…
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Late one afternoon, shortly before the happy hour was about to begin, a man, who one might apply the descriptors “Seasoned” and “Worldly,” strolled into a village pub. He was aged yet elegant, this man who had lived in many places, was currently residing in America, and vacationing abroad. His long, tweed coat and duck-billed…
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“Have a good one.” It’s a phrase many tend to use without bothering to clarify what “one” is: Does “one” refer to a day, a weekend, a holiday, a vacation, a birthday, an anniversary? And because one cannot be sure as to what “one” implies (I wouldn’t want anyone to think me an unscrupulous cad),…
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Today, I didn’t wake up and put down a fresh wee-wee mat. Nor did I wake and intone, “Come on, Rocky, it’s pupperton time, the best time of the day!” Today, no one turned in tight little circles before exploding through the sliding-glass door into the delight of an early spring morning. This morning, I…
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Many years ago, when still considered a young man, I wrote a piece called “If the Whole World Could Hear Schubert.” Not just know Schubert, or to be familiar with his music, but that the whole world, across oceans and time zones, could hear Schubert all at once—to experience the loveliness, potency, and majesty of…
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I have a quote that I’d like to live by. Unfortunately, I don’t stick to my guns as often as I should. Anyway, it goes something like this: “My time isn’t yours to waste.” If there was ever a quote that ends up DOA no sooner than one exchanges their marriage vows, it’s that one.…
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On a Sunday in late February, while sipping our morning coffee, Kathy turned to me and said, “How about throwing me a birthday party? It’ll be the last big bash in our house.” (We’re on a two-year downsizing plan.) I gave one of those “I’ll consider it, Hmms” and then replied, “Sure. Why not,” and…
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