Fiction/Humor Memoir

Bouncing Buddy

Bouncing Buddy I was never a pet person, but as life has progressed I have changed…somewhat. I do give my $19/mo to the ASPCA, but I am forever reminding Kim that the same gift of $19/mo to Save The Children seems more important. We had a dog when I was a kid, but it was really my sister’s dog and was cared for mostly by my farm-strong mother. I will not mention his name in…

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Metabolism Schism

Metabolism Schism I am once again confused by my own body. I have been on as much of a regular exercise program for six months now as I can ever remember. This started with a trainer and swimming, it progressed recently to adding a rowing machine at home for workouts when I am not otherwise at the gym or in the pool, and the recent spring weather has me out in the yard doing 2-3…

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Blind-Sided

Blind-Sided One of the fun, but supposedly true life stories made into a movie in the past few years was the story of Michael Oher, the former NFL offensive lineman who was taken in during high school by the Tuohy family of Memphis. The movie, called The Blind Side, based on the book by the same name written by Michael Lewis (strangely enough a writer mostly of financial stories), refers to the offensive line position…

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The Korean Clown Car

The Korean Clown Car I’m sure it is not lost on any of us that the economies that seem to be doing the best across the world, other than the American economy, have been Germany, Japan and now Korea. In fairness, the first two were our enemies in WWII and the third was our ally (given that I am referring to South Korea or, technically, the Republican of Korea), but all three countries were the…

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Picking Your Seat

Picking Your Seat There is an old Dad joke that was used when a kid would get caught pulling at his underpants, squirming this way and that. The Dad would say, “You going to the movies?” The kid would, of course, say, “no, why?” And the Dad would ask him with a big grin, “Then why are you picking your seat?” Its always a good one because its a cute play on words and it…

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Body Memory

Body Memory I have thought for years that is a beautiful thing. We all have used the expression that its like riding a bike, meaning that we will never forget how to ride a bike once we have done it since the body rememberers the intricacies of the balance and movements necessary to stay on a moving bicycle. We often call it muscle memory, but it is more than that since it involves all the…

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Fiction/Humor Politics

Labeling

Labeling I just had one of my increasingly infrequent text sessions with my two deeply red Republican motorcycle buddies. It started as a circulation of a film clip about a young woman who complained about having to share a locker room with a 6’4” swimmer with full male genitalia who chose to identify as a woman and wasw therefore on her swim team. My reaction to it was “big deal”, which was to say that…

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The Aftermath

The Aftermath We had 25 for Christmas dinner yesterday. We were supposed to be 29, but due to a touch of child illness, we were down 4 soldiers. Every one of those attendees is a member of our immediate family and their significant others. 7 have Kim’s blood. 8 have my blood. That means 10 are significant others of those 15. If we literally had all of my and Kim’s blood relatives and others, we…

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