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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

From the archive - Conclusion

Jillian was about half-convinced the whole thing had been a dream. But they hadn’t smoked anything, no shrooms, no acid. All they’d had were a couple shots of José Cuérvo. They kept the radio on as they ate breakfast and packed away their gear. Jillian’s heart raced as the newscaster reported the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

From the archive - part 2

“I’m a scout. We are explorers.” The creature’s lips did not move, she simply heard the words in her mind, a calm, modulated, almost feminine voice. There was no “take me to your leader” or any other cliché. Jillian felt warmth in various parts of her body, even her head, as the alien examined her.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 28, 2013

From the archive - part 1

CLOSE ENCOUNTER The summer of ’49 Jillian and a couple friends rented an RV and headed forRoswell,New Mexicoto see for themselves where the UFO had crashed. For a year it had had been the focus of half the conversations at the Mill Run happy hour. Joe Kessler said flatly it was impossible, nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Color me strange, but I like Mondays...

It's a beginning. There's always hope at a beginning. And there are real programs on TV, not reruns of true crime shows from ten or fifteen years ago, not so many infomercials, and my faves: Judges Judy or Marilyn, the local news, my soap opera with lunch. When I was still on the job, Monday meant... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Sands through the hourglass...

He's in gathering mode, shopping for details, fitting them where he thinks they go in the puzzle he's putting together. Click. That fits. Stop, that doesn't. When I pause to catch a breath while building to a point, he takes the opportunity to get back to what he was thinking. So I stop contributing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Bureaucracy...

It's not one of the seven words you can't say on TV. Gee, I miss George Carlin and hearing his take on things. The guy turned profanity into an art form, and his thinking was most often common sense. The Beauracracy I'm talking about is the military records center. They sent me an email a day or so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 25, 2013

Depression is contagious.

I catch a bit of the blues every time I see one of those commercials with draggy music, sad sonorous funereal voice-over, actors pulled under by a blue umbrella, a sad-eyed guy standing like a lump on the fringe of a family celebration. The antidote would be the sun popped from behind the clouds:... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Callow and Brash

Callow and Brash sat on a bench at the bus stop on Main, expecting to catch the Success Express. They were high school grads, typical, popular; Callow could sing a little, and Brash's teachers praised his art. The world was waiting to listen and learn from them. Any minute now the Express would come... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Late January

Six past eight and there’s no moon no hint there will be sunrise soon. There’s the mournful whistle of a train chugging somewhere along the plain. No choice for early birds like me but to wait for what the day will be: so far so good my mom would say no one’s yet messed up this day. At... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

They also serve who wait.

I found a URL for the military records and clicked in, gave 'em my email, home address, phone number, and clicked my way through the online forms. Since I have no fax here at Rancho Groan-a-bit, I printed a copy of their certification form, signed it and mailed it to the records center. So now I... Sign in to see full entry.

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