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It should have been a typical Monday night in mid-January: I was seated at my desktop, running through edits, and sipping coffee. An hour passed when I thought, It’s time to hit the gym. I hesitated. I was not alone in the house, yet it was quiet… too quiet. Quietude, although mostly welcomed, has its…
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The odds makers gave me very little chance. In fact, they placed my chances of emerging victorious at a big, fat zero. But those odds makers didn’t know my people—their heart, their fortitude. And thank goodness for the wisdom of Mr. Paine. Trust me when I tell you, there went a fellow who knew a…
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It has been well documented that there has been a sharp uptick in anxiety and depression as a result of the Covid 19 virus, the way the disease was handled, the vaccine, or all three. Marry that issue to the day’s sexual politics, which have sent young men and women into neutral corners where they…
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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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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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Dear Miserly Old Prick, In the event that you’ve lost track of time (doubtless you have; it’s a symptom of living too long), it’s 2062, and you’re 100 years old. Congratulations. But are congratulations in order? Should longevity count as an accomplishment? Let us examine the situation, shall we? Presently, you’re enjoying life with the…
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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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Many years ago, on December 18th at approximately 7:00 p.m., two particles, spiraling through the universe, collided. No one (myself included) believes in love at first sight until it happens, and then suddenly anything feels possible. Without a second’s compunction, I would have married Kathy that very night. As it would come to pass, we…
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If you haven’t already seen the video, you’ve at least heard about AI’s latest shtick: Keeping grandmothers alive. Give it a watch. It will only take a minute. My thoughts are below. We’ve finally made it! A generation ago, thanks to medical science, what used to require major surgery is solved with an in-and-out procedure.…
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