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my expensive church service

Father forgive us for what we must do You forgive us and we’ll forgive you We’ll forgive each other ’til we both turn blue And we’ll whistle and go fishing in the heavens — the prophet john prine There are … Continue reading

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hanzo huraches and me

Days full of rain Sky’s comin’ down again I get so tired Of these same old blues Same old song Baby, it won’t be long ‘fore I be tyin’ on My flyin’ shoes — the prophet van zandt The last … Continue reading

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my life as a hipster dog

The track was closed today because the track is always closed. That’s not new. What IS new is that the dog park was closed because of the Great Storm of 2019. But fear not — the dogs just moved the … Continue reading

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me and loretta

Ya’ know that old trees just grow stronger And old rivers grow wilder ev’ry day Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, “Hello in there, hello” — the prophet prine It’s late Tuesday at the Whataburger. I … Continue reading

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life is funny, part 380

I got up early today. I’ve read that in the summer if you run before noon it’s not as hot. It’s an interesting theory.  As I get ready, I’m reading about the adventures of Lauren and Jay. They’re bicycle tourists. … Continue reading

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papa we’ll go sailing

Here I am lost in the wind ‘Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself — the prophet randy newman I’m running in the afternoon, because it’s just not quite warm enough in the morning … Continue reading

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my dream. a photo essay.

I’m running a marathon in my dream, which is odd because i haven’t actually run once since the mid-1960s. It’s going OK as far as marathons go. It’s around the 18 mile point, which strikes me as odd. Everything is … Continue reading

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