Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

An unforgettable lunch.

By Rusty Hughes Thin cream of mushroom soup for the first course, watery salad for the second – dinner rolls with lunchroom butter pats. Cabbage rolls. Light cheesecake for dessert. Beverly Hills, California – early May 1995. Wearing a new (cheap) suit and new shoes, I felt a little conspicuous... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Special treat coming to this page...

My son Russ is a gifted writer. From time to time he posts to Facebook a true encounter he's had with people he meets on the job. He is a commercial-industrial real estate appraiser, and for 20 years or so his focus has been on nursing homes and other health care facilities. Yesterday he posted a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 30, 2017

So, we keep on keepin' on...

At the grocery store on Thursday, waiting in the check-out line, a lady got in line behind me, an older woman in the store’s wheelchair cart. I had already put my items on the belt, waiting patiently for the customer ahead to finish her fight with technology (she was having trouble getting the card... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Guerillas in Our Midst - part 2

2. The Postal Carrier I’ve known Linda for about three years now. She’d take a minute or two after delivering my mail to chat about the weather, kids today, the seemingly never-ending election cycle. She’s understatedly gay, about the age of my younger daughter. As far as civil rights issues are... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Guerillas In Our Midst

1. The philosophy professor Sometime in the late ‘70s I signed up for a philosophy class called Issues in Feminism. Word on the quad was that the instructor, Dr. Sheila Ruth, was a fire-breathing feminist who ate male egos for breakfast and feared no man, not even the chancellor. In fact she wrote... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 27, 2017

The Power of Poetry

Long ago Dylan Thomas wrote a villanelle which one of my creative writing professors used as a model for his students to follow. It was “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.” Just this week I heard lines from this classic, memorable work within the sales pitch of some drug Big Pharma is pushing.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

JOURNAL ENTRY -- 1/25/2017 6:42:53 PM

When I looked into the bedroom I saw him lying on my side of the bed, curled in a relaxed fetal position on his right side, hands folded between the pillow and his cheek. I thought he might get chilled there and found a blanket. I put it gently over him, and he snored and snuggled further into the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Centered

Mixed bag yesterday. Woke up at 4:30 and no matter how badly I wanted, could not go back to sleep. At 5: I got up and at ‘em, made coffee. Then I pulled out a jar of Ragu pizza sauce, a batch of brown rice lasagna noodles, some grated parmesan, and took some low-fat cottage cheese and whipped it up... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Hello, Kitty?

Yesterday I did not charge my Consumer Cellular smart phone, which I once knew how to answer but have forgotten. I don't want to admit this or ask my kids to show me how one more time. Since I did not charge it, the damn thing has quit ringing. Though it didn’t really ring. It played a few musical... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Shopping for a Care Package

In the war to end all wars, when our boys were over there, Blue Star parents sent home-baked goods, toiletries that couldn’t be had at the front, Hershey bars, family pictures. If the cookies arrived as crumbs, they were still devoured. If a mom sent cookies, she was well-advised to send dozens so... Sign in to see full entry.

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