Hey Stacy– Remember that night after the night when we first met? We were hanging out at Maxine’s in Hot Springs, getting our buzz on. Live guitarist sang “Come a Little Bit Closer” as part of his acoustic coffee-bar set. Remember that girl, the waitress? Remember, during the chorus, she put down her tray on …
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Requiem for Greg, Who Lived In Excellence
Requiescat In Pace, Greg Reddin, my friend. Greg was my best friend in high school. He took me in when I needed a friend. At the time, I was in a state of floating between groups of acquaintances, without anchor, associating with a group of people who insulted me at every opportunity. I would occasionally look …
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Camel
Woke up taking a mental inventory of the women I have been involved with throughout my life. The account of the sparseness and brevity of each relationship is sobering. Calendar dates are fuzzy, but the dating sticks in my mind; so infrequent, they’re like oases in the desert. Taking inventory is a depressing activity, and …
Birds on a Cliff
It gets to where Austin is too much for me. I need to get away for a while. It’s not the location: it’s the crowds. I’m surrounded by a million plus people. It’s a game of “get in my way”. I just want open road; I want to drive fast, to escape, to flee, to …
Out, Off, Down
The good news is that I survived a layoff event. The bad news is that I work for a company where laying off 7% of the workforce across the board was the winning option. I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s one of the inevitabilities of corporate life. But it’s been a long, long time …