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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Alphabet Love

A rt Art Mesmer's claim to fame was partly how he set his house on fire, and partly about how he put it out. He took a lot of teasing about the incident, but took it good-naturedly. In fact, if he hadn't had to overcome his fundamental shyness and take his bows, so to speak, Art might never have had... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 17, 2011

Alphabet Love

M aisie Maisie was a trained dancer -- at twenty it was all she knew. She was average height, muscular and lean with an athletic build (translation, small high breasts). Her face was perfectly proportioned, a lovely canvas that transformed under a skilled makeup artist's brush. From the age of four... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Alphabet Love --

J olene At nineteen, Jolene Murtaugh was no dewy-eyed babe with her head in the clouds. She didn't dream of meeting her prince and riding off into a romantic happily-ever-after. Jolene knew what guys were after, wham, bam and not so much as a thank you, ma'am. So many wanted intimate access with no... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Burying the lede

In journalism 101 our prof -- whom we called "god" and dared not dispute on any point of fact -- told us the worst thing we could do was to bury the lede. Now the lede is the first sentence, in case you weren't a reporter or a journalism major. It's supposed to be 26 words or less and contain the 5... Sign in to see full entry.

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Luke, there's been a disturbance in the force

I used to love the Star Wars Saga, Luke Skywalker and his light sword -- every guy needs a powerful invisible father and a great mentor -- needs to prove himself against great enemies, win against all odds. That the dark side was his father has its logical place in many lives. And, wacky hairdo or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 14, 2011

Nobody tells me nothin'

Email yesterday from Guy: he writes that he and Gigi are no longer together. "Some things are just not meant to be." He's thinking of going up to Decatur this weekend to see his sis -- he thinks she must be so scared about the breast cancer diagnosis. He's working on prepping his house for sale,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Taking it in stride...

The flare-up among a bunch of non-relatives is easy for me to put into perspective these days. If son's girlfriend's family wants to go round and round with one drama after another, I say let 'em. No skin off my nose. I've got other things to think about. My grandson's wife Nicole is 5 months... Sign in to see full entry.

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Gossip Girl: a neverending story

Phone call at Five last night, son Joe, asking if I'd heard from Guy. I said no, he's maintained radio silence for a week or so. Why'd he ask? He tells me Guy's girlfriend -- whose family loves drama and old-fashioned games of "let's you and him fight" -- has taken my name in vain. Gigi (short for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

It ain't talent that wins it...

One of the first TV commercials I remember was for the Arthur Murray dance studios. There was a beautifully groomed couple waltzing gracefully, she in a long swirly gown, he in a tux, all in black and white. Sometimes, if memory serves, they'd also advertise for dance instructors. The Fred Astaire /... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

From my book of Mother Goose nursery rhymes

Abou ben Adam Abou ben Adam, may his tribe increase awakened one night from a deep dream of peace and saw an angel writing in a book of gold. The benign countenance made ben Adam bold and so he asked "what writest thou?" The angel gave a smile that blest and said the names of those that love the... Sign in to see full entry.

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