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Sleep With Your Friends, Not Your Fascinations!

(About a 7 minute read)

Guys, I apologize for a bossy post title, but I just could not resist the alliteration.  A good phrase has so often been my undoing in life.  Twice, for instance, I said, “Make it happen!”, at the worst possible moment.

“Make it happen” is one of my favorite phrases.  I stole if from my younger brother. My bro is superb at making even seemingly impossible things happen.  But twice, I’ve said it when I should have thought before I said it.  “Do you, Paul, accept this woman as your lawfully wedded wife…”.

“Make it happen!”

“I’ll take that as an ‘I do’. You may now kiss the wench.”

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Adelia

(About a 6 minute read)

I heard from Adelia yesterday for the first time in over six years.  “Hi! How are you?”, her email said. Adelia, young woman of a thousand words.

She no longer lives in town so my chances of having a nostalgic beer or two with her in Red Rock Canyon this weekend are greatly diminished from the old days.  She grew up in Red Rock before the City claimed it for a public park.  Back in the days when Red Rock was a haven for outlaws.

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A Flock of Sparrows for Majel: The Lonely People Who Confess Their Honest Truths

A Flock of Sparrows for Majel

Majel, have you noticed how lonely Anaïs feels this morning?
Only an hour ago in 1936 I heard her weep, I heard her cry,
“I have just spat out my heart”.

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