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Arsène Lupin, the fictional gentleman thief created by Maurice Leblanc in 1905 and played by Omar Sy in a Netflix series, has got nothing on Kenneth Moore. It’s undeniable; Lupin is masterful, but he requires intricate schemes and elaborate disguises to pull off his nefarious deeds. Not Kenneth Moore. He seldom, if ever, changes appearance.…
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Not yesterday, but Sunday a week ago, Kathy and I strolled Main Street in Lake Placid, New York. As we dipped in and out of stores and took time for a light lunch, a good portion of our attention was devoted to what was taking place on my phone. As T-Mobile subscribers, we have the…
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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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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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And so another February 14th is among us. As history illustrates, February 14th, in the year 1929, did not go so swimmingly for old Bugsy Moran. Never let it be said that Al Capone was not a man without a sense of irony. However, the Saint Valentine’s Day massacre, which took place in Lincoln Park,…
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Recently, my publisher reached out and alerted me to a blog contest they thought I should enter. The theme was anything Christmas-related, be it holiday traditions or an original story. I chose to write an original story. It’s short, somewhat poignant, but ends well. I hope you enjoy it. The Roadside Oasis by Michael DeStefano…
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Often, inspiration can hide in plain sight. Our minds take in thousands of images per day, and our ears pick up clusters of words, whole thoughts, and fragments. Amid such a mishmash, it’s difficult to determine our true influences: that which stands at the forefront of our minds or what lurks in the depths of…
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It was upon a summer’s breeze that the echoes from a forest beckoned a young lass. Often, from the confines of her mother’s garden or with her elbows resting on her bedroom windowsill, she had wondered about the wood just yonder did our golden-haired youth but never had she ventured into its denseness. Today,…
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What to sell, what to sell… mmm, let me think. Should I sell what people want or what they need? Moreover, do we, whether a Boomer or Zoomer, understand the distinction? I want a season pass to Citizens Bank Park. I need someone to heartlessly rid my home of all its junk so my wife…
