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Anatomy of a Writer
What makes someone a writer? My mother was a great writer. I could say she “had a way with words,” but that might not tell you very much. I can say that whenever I read something she wrote I find … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 12 Step Meeting, Achilles' heel, allusion, anatomy, Archie Bunker, clever, Frederick Buechner, magical, pronunciation, wordaholic, writer
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Night Riding (The Way Things Used to Be)
Childhood memories are almost indelible, aren’t they? I can remember lying in the floorboard of our black 1951 Plymouth, sleeping cozily on the left side of the hump that ran thru to the backseats; the hum of the engine and … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged 1 Corinthians 13, 1951, 1963, air conditioning, Alseep in the Deep, Bible, box fan, chattanooga, church hymns, cottonfields back home, Drink to me only with thine eyes, Edgar Allan Poe, Ezio Pinza, Father's Day, ice plant, magical, Norden Bomb Site, Plymouth, Plymouth Fury, push button automatic, razor strop, sacred, The Raven, Tucson, Wing Tee Wee
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George Harrison (April 1968)
My envelope from Beatle, George Harrison, April 1968. There was nothing particularly remarkable about that Saturday in April, forty-five years ago. Tucson was as it always is in the spring – absolutely gorgeous. And the work at the Villa Venice … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized
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Tagged 1968, April, Atlanta History Center, auction, celebrity, chattanooga, Christies, Cleveland, England, Fed Ex, George Harrison, India, John Charles Thomas, John Lennon, Lady Madonna, London, magical, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, memories, Metropolitan Opera, Ohio, Paul McCartney, remarkable, Rishikesh Himalayas, Robert Merrill, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Something, Tennessee, The Beatles, Tucson, Villa Venice Apartments
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The Lost Story 