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Another Big Ass Fan

Another Big Ass Fan My nephew and his family moved back to Southern California recently. As a young family with a toddler, they needed a transition living arrangement while they managed the move from Minnesota and wrangled the sale and purchase of a house. My sister, who lives nearby said it was going to be very difficult for her to put them up for that transition period since their home would have to be upended…

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Mintless Mango Mojitos

Mintless Mango Mojitos We are sitting by the edge of the pool at Elbow Beach Club on Sunday afternoon. It’s been a pleasant three days in paradise, and we will have dinner in Hamilton tonight, return our Twizy’s and depart for the airport in the morning. The pool barman has offered us any drink we want, so Kim ordered a mango mojito. There was an issue. It seems he was tragically out of fresh mint…

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On the Beach

On the Beach We have all been taught that the sun is not good for us. It seems that everyone my age has had some part of their face or neck trimmed of potentially carcinogenic material. We all know we should slip/slap/slop on the spf 30 gunk to keep ourselves safe. And yet, I still see the ads for the lovely beach resorts and want to go sit and frolic in the sun no less…

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Planes, Trains, Ships and Automobiles

Planes, Trains, Ships and Automobiles John Candy was one of my favorites. I can rarely pass up a John Candy movie, but my all time favorite is that Thanksgiving classic, Planes, Trains and Automobiles. So when my lovely wife got all wierded out by the ASPCA commercial (she absolutely cannot watch them), I had to randomly flip the channel and it landed on PT&A, which was just starting. I’m writing this for two reasons. The…

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Devils in the Details

Devils in the Details I was recently in Tasmania for the first time in my life.  This island at the southern tip of Australia is an evolutionary anachronism, the land that time forgot.  The capital city, Hobart, does not look so different from anywhere else in 2019, but the animal population of the island is where the history gets told.  The wombats, penguins, platypuses, echidna (looking like a mini porcupine) and, of course, the eponymous…

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Riding the Ferry

Riding the Ferry He had found his way down the length of Manhattan by coming down the East Side, usually staying near, under, over or on (only momentarily) the FDR Drive.  It was actually a far easier route than it sounds like and far, far easier than the renovated and gentrified West Side Highway with its constant stream of runners, bicyclists and dog walkers, with their coddled pups with cute little doggie sweaters and fancy…

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My Name is Patrick

My Name is Patrick Apartment living is great. First of all, living in Manhattan, apartments make up 99% of the residences. Most people are surprised to learn that there are less than 3,000 townhouses in Manhattan, so unless you were lucky enough to buy one years ago for some ridiculously low price like $5 million, forget it, you can’t afford it. With apartments, it used to be all about co-ops or condos since rentals were…

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The Perils of the Pen

The Perils of the Pen I have been writing short stories for almost thirty years and have quite a collection.  I have published them on story websites, I have published them in a book where I wove them together into a thematic storyline, I have even sent one off to a contest and had it made into a TV movie segment.  The short story is my preferred form of writing because I have more than…

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The Prophet of Park Avenue

The Prophet of Park Avenue Russ was a high flyer. He had navigated the corridors of power on Wall Street with great aplomb. He had been at the bank for seventeen years, had had only one misstep from which he had recovered, and was back on the rocket path to the Management Committee of the bank. He had recently been given the assignment to run the Global Private Banking business, which was a large sprawling…

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The Last of the Naga

The Last of the Naga Naga Sadhu Prasad lives in Lohajung in Uttarakhand Province in the shadow of Nanda Devi.  He was once a Royal soldier in Delhi but he now lives in a small, but relatively dry cave and for the past 30 years has focused his mind on his reflections as a Naga Sadhu for his small community, providing spiritual counseling and guidance for those who seek it.  His life is all about…

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