Monthly Archives: May 2019

just another morning conversation, part 75

Mo: Why are there some words you can’t remember? Me: What words can you not remember? Mo: I can’t remember. I probably should have seen that one coming.

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We could have had a pygmy goat

The phone rings. Mo is panicking. “Can you see if my wallet is  in the living room?” she asks. She is leaving work and realized she doesn’t know where it is. We’ve been through a long stretch that has left … Continue reading

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Blade loved a good story

The words of David Schoenmaker: Good afternoon. For those who don’t know me, I am David, Ann’s brother. We are here this afternoon to honor and remember Blade as well as spread his ashes. We chose to call this a … Continue reading

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i just wanted to drive around

I came back to the small town where the dreams came from way out here — Daniel Makins — I’m not a big believer in magic chickens. But maybe. The tale began with an email from Niece the Elder telling … Continue reading

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the longest mile (ok, three-tenths)

It’s an almost unfathomable distance, but it’s too late to back out now. We’re at the start line of the San Angelo Clubhouse 0.5K. Yes, that’s right. Half a kilometer. For those who don’t speak metric, that’s 0.311 miles, a … Continue reading

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the shirt

It’s in the back of his closet, quietly waiting for the next revolution. it first appeared back in the early ‘70s. rick was a bit of a rebel back then. the vietnam war was winding down, but a political divide … Continue reading

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